I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

The bleat took the polecat by surprise, his little furry brows wrinkling for a moment before he simply squeaked a reply, oblivious to knowing what this creature even said to him. His little tufts for ears straining forward as he sat back on his haunches, pulling his little black paws into his chest and leaning forward to inspect this giant creature and the mystical aura that surrounded him. Remy's little nose wiggled as he took in the cerndyr's scent, trying to place it in a bank to remember for the future (should he really need to). His eyes weren't great (though shown in a similar blue color to Rexanna's own eyes), yet his nose was where he managed to learn what he needed to. Scents were his way of life - he knew just what the snails and lizards smelt like and how to hunt them. However, the idea of this creature and just how large it was in comparison to him, should have turned the polecat off from becoming curiouser. But the polecat was still young and quite frankly, foolish and often sought Rexanna to try and save him in predicaments like this.

At least this interaction was interesting instead of saving the polecat from an all too large bird he tried to sneak up upon.  Rexanna finally let her gaze land on the cerndyr's bonded - taking note of his deep chocolate pelt as he shook himself off. Her eyes lingered momentarily on his golden markings, watching them glimmer just as her own golden pelt did. It was his eyes that distracted her the most, where her coat was golden and cream (a seemingly opposite color palette to the stag that stood before her), she was blessed with blue eyes instead of that all too beautiful swirling gold. He nodded to her, and she dipped her head in return. Her golden chains slid across her face in the small movement, as he began to speak again. "It's nice to meet you Rikyn and -" She turned her head then to the little deer who seemed to be very interested in her own companion. "Duir. I'm Rexanna, and this is Marembo." Her voice was gentle, but seemed to strain a bit on her pronunciation of the polecat's name. She nodded to the little weasel creature that was very intrigued by the deer. "I tend to call him Remy, it's easier for me to say." A chime of laughter escaped her lips at that comment. She hadn't named the polecat, and the way that Tembovu seemed to effortlessly pronounce the name of the polecat was now something she grew envious of.

The Thief stepped further into the clearing, her chains brushing against her sides with her movements until she stood closer to Rikyn - her blue gaze leaving him and returning to her polecat. "He hasn't learned his manners yet. Usually he decides to go rampaging in, pretending he's some sort of predator." She joked, her eyes dancing over to Rikyn to see his reaction of it. "Of course, Remy's pretty much harmless unless you're a fly." She laughed once again, shifting her weight and letting her eyes land back on the deer. There was so much contrast between all the cerndyr's she had seen here in Helovia, but if she had to say which one was the most beautiful - it would probably be Duir. Part of her entirely partial to the gentle golden details of the deer, still spotted in his youth. "He's beautiful." She commented, partially as a murmur to herself. Remy let one of his ears flicker slightly with the idea of this deer possibly being more beautiful than he was. For being so tiny, he was full of jealousy. Of course, Rexanna found him beautiful as well - more so from the white and golden that spotted through his pelt and the little black mask that lined his face. He was so similar to her, and in that fact she found it to be vainly stunning.

"Talk."

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna