This is certainly a land unknown, a land of roots that roar from their watery confines. I am thinking this place would hold interesting creatures that my eyes have not spotted before in Glorall, or even in my wanderings in the freelands. I do find my never-ending curiosity peeking as my blue-violet eyes look around, my dark paws walking me closer to get a better look at my surroundings. I dare not step too close to the border, as a border is always a...tricky thing. Without a visible line, or a scent on every blade of grass, the line can be very easily crossed without intention.

I am not left to linger on my own long though. I find that my standing in the grasses near the waters alone comes to an end. My eyes flash towards movement naturally. I am always on guard to some extent, as I think everyone should be. My head raises in a gesture of alertness. It wasn't too long ago when my very brother almost got trampled by an angry, very large creature, and I am not dumb. These are new lands, and very different creatures could very well live here. I flick my black ears, my eyes focusing in on a creature of obsidian, red, and white as she comes my way.

I find that my eyes cannot leave her, even if they wanted to with every fiber of my being. I find that they are sticking to her every movement like glue that I dare not try to rip away from. I find that her features are not that telling of her femininity, that she is a female strong, built well and much different than myself. We are of similar heights, but I am not nearly as thick, but instead of more lanky and built lean. It mattered not though.

Perhaps I may be caught simply staring at her, my alert state not fading as I seem to lack in this action called blinking. I feel as if a million suns have passed before I hear the essence of her voice flood my mind. She knows of me, or at least, she can tell that I am from Glorall. I can only bring a crack of a smile upon m,y black and grey muzzle, taking a few steps forward before I reply.

"If that is what you wish," I state, wishing only to please her in this moment. I could feel my focus on her intensifying, feeling the world seemingly falling into one central point. I thought perhaps the coming of the stranger would direct that gravity away, and yet as my eyes travel to the white ghost, I find that I feel as if I am still staring at the dark girl, despite not seeing her at all. This other female is tall, lanky, with eyes of lavender that seem to familiar. Her words almost feel foreign, and it takes me a moment to process them, as my mind and soul are being dragged elsewhere with every moment. It takes all my effort to understand, and to realize how strange her words are to me.

I stand with paw in mid air, aiming towards the darker woman yet my face towards the white ghost. I am frozen, confusion flooding over me. The dark woman seems to call me forth, and yet the presence of another causes me to give way to a pause, throwing my mind back into my head for only a moment to realize how odd this sensation was, and how I really could not fight it. I was never one to fight fate.

"My mother? Do you know her?" I ask, lowering my paw to the soft ground, my eyes turning back towards the other girl. An awkward smile bleeds onto my features, unsure of what it is that caused me to step forward so quickly towards her. I will stand still for now, to await further invitation before stepping forth any more. I am here to ask one of Iromar to tour Glorall, after all, not the other way around.