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He actually did miss her the first few times in his sweep. It wasn't until the third or fourth gaze around the meadow that he noticed her outline against the darkening background. Figuring she was one of the locals, he did his little step-step-hop toward her, a toothy grin as his head bobbed dramatically up and down with each stride of his hind leg.

Hullo! he beamed once he was within earshot. I'm Phox, Towhee's brother. Just got here earlier today; trying to meet my fellow... what do you call yourselves? Epochs? Epochians? He raised a brow at this, giving her space to respond.

Towhee hadn't mentioned this particular lady, so Phox could only assume she was already scooped up by one of the other, far-more-eligible bachelors here. Of which he presumed there were dozens, and he had about zero chance with any lady who might be single.

The Redhawk was quickly realizing that dating was going to be hella demoralizing.