It wouldn’t dawn on him that the other two in his company might be uncomfortable; joy had blossomed in his breast at the realization of not being alone, uplifting and seemingly magnifying each of his emotions and actions in volume. This giddiness that filled him boiled and bubbled over in a messy wave: he wanted to be helpful, but in doing so he could very well end up annoying everyone around him without realizing it, so great was his excitement.
Another quick smile was passed to the roan mare, the one who had found the hermit crab on the ground—who was by now well on its way out of sight, fleeing from the equines—”He does that sometimes. His name is Alorus, though he doesn’t particularly say much.” To the contrary, Po had yet to hear the stellar jay’s voice; he wasn’t even sure if he had one. But he had remained a faithful companion anyway, staying near to his side and seeming to listen when Po explained various species of plants to him. ”Inara…” he said slowly, as though testing how the syllables sounded coming off of his tongue. ”That’s a pretty name.” Plenty of questions found their way to the forefront of his mind, but he held his tongue for once, back to his haphazard search of the beach. He had no idea how big this relic might be, nor what it looked like—for all he knew it could just be another rock, but if it was a special rock who was he to judge?
However, his search was cut short; a flurry of wings had interrupted him, distracting yet again, and he turned his body in time to see a familiar dark face.
”Hello to Damascus,” he chirped happily in return, extending his muzzle to him in greeting. ”And to Dohv,” as he took a minute to look for the small creature, assuming he would be somewhere along his crest as he was the last time he had met the pegasus. It seemed as though Inara was not the only one searching today; were relics common? Or were they all looking for the same thing? Perhaps it wasn’t something the mare had lost, after all; nonetheless, he had already started searching, and he was not one to give up on a friend. ”Do you know what this relic is?” he directed to Damascus curiously, although his attention was already redirected to the tide pools, lowering his head in a fashion similarly to his stance before with the hermit crab, the better to inspect the beach for any irregularities. He could hear Inara talking again, this time to the mare whose name had not yet been offered; she had been strangely silent this whole time, and he would be lying if he said he knew how to handle that. Her chuckle had been encouraging, as though letting him know he was not quite unwelcome, but her reluctance to join in continued to puzzle him.
@Inara @Akhlys @Damascus
ahh neve, I just assumed Po would have met Dohv too, if you’d prefer otherwise just lmk and i’ll change it!
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