She smirks as you laugh. It pisses you off. You're supposed to be intimidating, frightening. You're not a child's toy, you're not a game. You're a monster, a savage beast. Aren't you? You snort your disdain; however, her demeanor changes with yours and so your frustration is set aside. For now. There's no saying what you'll do next. You've always been a little odd. Finally, over the sound of pouring rain, she speaks. I care about everyone, she claims. A lofty goal. Can anyone really be so kind? She turns to show her scars as a flash of lightning brightens the area but if you're impressed that she survived the mauling you don't show it. If the mud wasn't caking your hide so thickly, you'd look the same.

You can yell or fight me, she claims and something in your brain itches to do just that. You want to bash into her, throw your side against hers and make her remember the pain that she felt. But a different part of your brain is almost enjoying the kindness that she's showing you. It's rare that you've been offered this sort of kindness. Maybe it's just the drug. I would like to get to know you, she claims and its then that you really have to cock your head. Again you laugh, but this time you laugh because you think what she's said is absolutely hilarious. Unfortunately, you're laughter shakes you just a little too hard. Wobbly limbs, still weak from the plants effects, give way beneath you and your large body falls back down to the earth. Guess it's a good thing you didn't attack.

Parelia. It's the first name you've learned since you've been here in Helovia. Not that you haven't met others. You've met plenty. You just don't care enough to ask for names and you've more-or-less ignored anyone else who has offered. Looking up at her from the ground, you suddenly realize that the rains are not falling as heavily into your eyes as they were. Above you, the cloud are beginning to break. It is not entirely clear, but it will be soon. Thank goodness. Shaking some of the remaining water from your head, you look back to the pegasus. Parelia. Giving yourself a few minutes to think, you finally decide to answer her. What can it hurt? “Oxy. From here.” It's short, to the point. Much like you. The girl's been rather kind, but you can't bring yourself to return her rather formal greeting. It's just not you. “What do you want to know?” Your voice is still gruff and, out of habit, you reach back to your pouch and grab another of the plants. If you're going to do this, you're going to need a lot of help.