the little mare wishes now, more than ever, that she had waited to find grier before wandering off into the dark jungle. as soon as her dark chocolate eyes see rougarou up ahead, crossing the path before her, pidgeon feels an irritating flutter of nerves. she approaches him politely, offering her speckled maw out and upward to exchange breaths in a timid but cordial manner. his voice is deep, huskier than liland’s was… and her eyes widen in surprise when he remembers her name.

”it is much warmer than the bay….” for a moment this is all she can say, feeling bashful and dumb under his gaze. his attention disconcerts her, and after seeing how bold and striking zjeena is, the spotted mare cannot understand why he would be remotely interested someone as plain and boring as she.

after an awkward moment passes pidgeon finally begins to talk again, rambling somewhat nervously. ”it is nice here…. i do like it. the trees are so dark and mysterious… and of course grier is here… have you met my friend? we both decided to stay… after the things zjeena said. what an awful thing to have happen to you… to her i mean.. it was so kind of you to fight for her. she sighs then, taking a long breath after speaking so much. her eyes aren’t ever quite brave enough to search for his face, content instead with glancing from the soft jungle floor back to his body and then down again. she was awful at this.