Firestone Hot Springs there once was a bittersweet man and they called him Lemon Boy

Good. Was her quiet response, turning on dainty paws to try and spot someone. She was closing in on him, she knew, as she followed the voice and it grew louder. Loinnir let out a soft hoot 'pon hearing the soft flutter - one of his kind was near, or so they thought.

She spotted him at last, and approached carefully. She nods at his question as Loinnir stretches his wings behind her. A friend - or at least, I'd like to be. She answered, somewhat ominously, though perhaps that was just the atmosphere of their meeting.