They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
There was only a slight break between the fade of Africa's modest, empathetic call and the one which was sent in return- evocative of the uncertainty looming through the mind of its wary owner. Africa's ears, so long and heavy, stiffened with interest upon the mane-shrouded poll; peeking through the great tangle of thick oily strands, their charcoal turned-in tips nearly touching. Flaring nostrils began to search right away, guiding her long face right and left, testing the air in sharp bursts; dissecting one creature, fragrance from the next. She found to match the voice, a scent that was lathered with nervousness (she too leaked apprehension when her heart throbbed with insecurity) and it was quite female.

As her mind began to piece together the image of the stranger- a shadowy blur at most, wingless; hornless, though limber and with feminine structure, Africa stepped from the babbling water course, turning with fluid grace towards the direction from whence the reply had come. In the darkness, her ability to separate and distinguish looming shapes was lessened; a creature of the blazing light she was, and pale yellow eyes were peeled carefully to snap up even the slightest of movements ahead. Quietly, with masterful steps, the young Oracle slipped between the rough wood of the redwoods, the bark grazing her coat softly as warm hide brushed by.

The search was brief, perhaps only minutes since the stranger had answered her call. Thoughtful scuffs and well placed knocks were offered throughout; though subtle they were, so that she who waited in the dim forest would not be surprised terribly if Africa should come upon them more rapidly than expected. It wasn't to be though. The one-winged Pegasus picked the dim silhouette of the other easily as she broke into the narrow slip of dell, and paused to allow comfortable distance between them. Although it was still dark, a natural smile tugged at her wrinkled mouth, and her glossy, curious eyes wandered forward to meet the gaze of the other- dark grey it seemed, while the aide of light was lacking.

There was a strange stillness gripping the Pegasus before her; it was as though she had been cast in stone; in concrete fear, and with twitching, switching ears, Africa wondered what stress had caused the unusually reaction. Taking a moment to cast her eyes around them, she made absolute certain that no other danger lurked through the tree line- no blink of nocturnal predator eyes, fixed tightly upon prey to be. "I'm Africa…" She cooed sensitively through the dull, still air not moving from the position she had chosen. "Don't worry, strength in numbers don't they say?" her voice continued smoothly, a regular light-heartedness lathering its sweet sound. Settling into a slightly more situation-appropriate manner, Africa sighed gently with a softening gaze. "Are you alright? It will be morning soon and this forest looks far friendlier soaked in sunlight."