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< what is this strange place? what is this? what is that? why is it not brown? or gold? or made of stone? what are these big green things above its head? what is that? where is the temple? wait, where is the buddy? >

♪? ♪♪ ♪~!!

< .....

no answer? try again and louder this time>

♪~~~~!

< hm...alone? okay, then time to find a new buddy! >

♪　♪　♪♪　♪~

[the traveler has appeared on the edge of town along the road. anyone in the surrounding buildings may have heard it chirping and calling out as it runs toward the town square. and anyone it encounters along the way will have a close to three foot tall red cloaked creature running circles around them.

ooc; an example of the tonal chirps can be found here on a youtube let's play]

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♪ ♬♩♬♪

< there is no speaking, only song>

[It stops running and looks up at Syre, curiously. All these creatures here and none of them are made of cloth. And none of them wear the right cloaks. How strange.]

[Syre brings a finger to her lips, looking quite thoughtful. If it only communicated through its melodic chirps, that would explain why it didn't use words...]

< ...Can you draw pictures? >

♩♫♫?

[If she can get it to communicate visually, it might make things better for the both of them.]

♪　♬　♩

< what is it asking? i don't understand >

[The traveler stops and turns around, then sits on the ground, looking up at Syre.]

[Syre looks about a moment, then rummages about in her pockets; eventually, she finds a small stick of chalk (presumably left in her pocket from when she had been working on things earlier in the morning) and uses it to draw a little stick figure.]

[She then looks toward Traveler, a smile tugging at her lips.]

< You draw? >

♫?

< whoooooooooa what is that. what is that thing in your hand. what is thaaaaaaaat>

[It pushes forward and tries to look at both the drawing and the little white thing in her hands, chirping at it to see if it will chirp back, too.]

♬　♪　♪！

[Sadly, the chalk does not chirp back. Syre laughs softly, however, at the traveler's eagerness to communicate with it.]

< hm...it must be rock. rock does not sing like living ones.>

[The traveler turns away and chirps at the picture, studying it. Just like the murals in the desert....

It turns and looks at the ground running in a pattern that looks like the stick figure Syre drew.]

[It seems to understand the picture, Syre notes inwardly, watching the traveler run. Quietly, she draws something else beside the stick figure: a simple caricature of the traveler, with a music note beside it.]

< This is you, right? >

♩♪♫,♩?

[It looks down at the picture drawn, the one that looks like it and it remembers...

This is like the picture in the Sunken Temple, the one that told it where it had to go, what it had to do. The traveler looks up at Syre, reverently. ]

< elder...?>

♬~?

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[There's a moment of silence between the two of them -- Syre doesn't quite understand the look that the traveler's giving her, at first. But she slowly realizes that it might have recognized itself as the drawing; that it might be waiting for something else.]

[A curious whistle escapes her -- not meaning anything in particular, but expressing a question that she can't quite put into sound right now.]

♫♫?~

♪　♪~

[It tries to call out to get a vision like it had from other Elders, but Syre doesn't seem to be giving any. Instead, it turns to the draws and nudges against them.]

<what are these? how do you do that? what what what?>

[Interested in my drawings...?]

[Syre leans forward, placing the chalk against the ground again. When the traveler looks at it again, she slowly, carefully, drags it around, drawing what eventually becomes a little cloud.]

< This is a drawing. >

♪♫♫~

[since it doesn't have chalk, the traveler just drags its foot against the ground in the same shape as the cloud.]

♪♫♫~

[Syre isn't sure what else to do, really. The traveler can understand her drawings, but...]

[An epiphany makes her eyes widen, hitting her like a divine bolt of inspiration. Slowly, she starts writing a word out on the ground.]

['h-e-l-l-o'.]

< Can you understand? >

♩♪♬♩?~

[the letters don't make any sense, but the traveler can try to recreate them. it drags its feet through the dirt again and makes a mangled, not at all legible copy of what Syre wrote.]

♪♪~

[The traveler puts up a great effort, Syre can say at least that much.]

[She smiles and laughs again, then sets her chalk down against the ground for one last, simple drawing.]

♥

[Then she whistles happily, now in pleasant spirits.]

♫♪♪~

!!

[It knows that one!

The traveler draws the exact same thing on the ground with its feet, an almost perfect copy.]

♫♫

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[Action] (This has got to be the most adorable thing I've ever threaded.)

[Action] (8D Hooray!!!)

[Action] (^_^ Also, this makes me want to play Journey more than ever.)

[Action] ( c: obviously I'm biased, but i do recommend it!)

[Action] ( c: It's been on my 'to get' list for a while~ I just need money XD)

[Action] ( it's about 10$ on the PSN, I think? Good luck with getting it!)

[Action] (Ah, thank you!~ c:)

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