Firefly Ravine Aue, aue

She picked her way across the ravine and ended up somewhere below Murgash's nose. Up close, he really wasn't much to look at with his strange patchy fur, the boils strewn across the barren plains of his shoulders, and his jaw half-cocked in preparation for catching rain as it fell, but if Prialux was put off by him, it didn't show in her grinning face. The fact was, she was rather blind to what he looked like on the outside. Prialux craved any and all attention, and gave plenty of hers in return, and there was no room in her for noticing the ugliness of the world or otherwise turning away from it.

Murgash wasn't so different from Stark or Tambourine or anyone else in her eyes.

He was different, though, that much she could tell from the moment he spoke. His breath washed over her in a sulfurous wave that she nearly made a face at—he wasn't ugly to her eyes but the smell was certainly unpleasant even to her, the most naive of children—but she forgot soon enough, and giggled in spite of it. "You talk funny!" she announced with her tail beating back and forth behind her. "I's spoooring," she shared with a twinkle in her eye, and then, because Prialux was quite polite, she asked, "whashoo doin?"