Welcome to Gaia! ::

It had been a very long time since she had made an effort to meet other kin. There had been so many fascinating things to see as the chill swept through the swamp. She had had every intention of following kin north and even still she had found herself watching resolutely over -- well near about everything.

The swamp, though, still was not as warm as it usually was. The giant moth that was her dearest friend had taken refuge in a sprawling tree high above that was nearer the sun. Until the swamp became more hospitable to the fragile creature, she'd not attempt to call it down to her. The chill might harm it. And until that time came, it would be nice to talk to someone who talked back.

She paused to take a drink from a clear stream. Satisfied, she lifted her head though she stared at her reflection. Perhaps she thought she would find the best place to look for another kimeti in the eyes of her reflection. "Where might I find someone...," whether that was a question or a musing -- it might have been either from her.

Unblinking Eyes lifted her head, hooves tromping through the water, as she moved towards a sapling that was trying to grow. It was not the best place, so much shade from the tree above, and the temperature not so nurturing. Still many trees had once only been seeds and this one had as much a chance as any.

It wasn't, however, the tree that had caught her attention. No. Instead she found herself quite fond of the spiders that were scurrying across the small branches. There were some spinning webs and wrapping the hint of leaves in the sticky fine threads. She pressed her nose quite close and nearly went cross-eyed when one lifted it's spindly legs onto her muzzle. "You can spin a web on my head, if you like," she offered the creature absently -- her mind was already moving on, a shuffle of hooves breezing into her ears.

She turned and almost left, before thinking the spider might not want to go with her. She pressed her nose back to the tree and allowed the spider to leave. "Goodbye! Good luck to you both!" she grinned before turning and really making her way off. It did not take her long to track down the sound and she emerged from a barrier of willowy bushes.

The doe she found -- "Oh, aren't you lovely!" -- was quite lovely. She reminded her of water; the stagnant ponds that swirled with algae and reflected light. With little thought, she trotted over to the doe and smiled, "Hi! What did you dream of?" The latter was her way of asking for a name.

Although the fact that the doe did not seem to blink, instead staring quite singularly at the doe might have dimmed the cheerful greeting.