A scrambling is heard from a rock face, and curious eyes of starburst are turned upward and toward the source. She waits with patient impatience for any to show their face, and when he stops at a bow directly in front of her, she is keen on the sweeping wags that her tail gives. For it is indeed none other than her childhood friend Bird, the one she had known in passing but known all the same, and the one that she often saw in this world and all the others. Iophiel wondered if he saw such things, if he ever saw anything that existed not in this world. There had to be a way for her to find out, even if he had no voice and could not speak for himself. There still had to be a way, and it was as simple as that. In return of his gesture, the crimson freckled white wolf dropped down in a bow of her own in front of him, the tips of her pristine white paws touching against his own in a wartm gesture of kindness.

She wanted him to know that she did indeed remember him, and though he could not return the gesture, she gave him her voice all the same. "I do rightly remember you, yes yes I do." Her tones were most song like, and though they were a bit deep they still held their feminine quality. Remaining in her bow, Iophiel gave a gentle sweep of her tail and wave of her hindquarters in a playful manner, knowing that this was what it felt like to be a child again. Nothing wrong with it, of course, but remembering had its certain fondness to it, which her Bird was very much a part of. Early memories of Moladion and him floating in her mind, and, again, she found herself wondering if it was the same for him. Often it was the girl, though adult, found herself wondering about these things and about all things, though it all differed from this world to the next. Curiosity getting the better of her, she spoke with a tilted skull, curiosity bright in her intense gaze.

"Have you been to this world and that one?" She gestured with her muzzle toward whoever knows where, and wondered if he would think her crazy. Most did, at least those that did not see always did, and those that saw understood. She did not think he understood, but it was her method of finding out. Blunt and to the point, simple and simple, who could complain about that? Leaning forward to bump her dark nose against his own, she gave him a smile of genuine friendship and happiness, regardless of what his answer might be. She knew that she could not be like all of them, like they could not all be like her. But each would be what they were, the the world would continue to go round. Round and round until it was no more.