Yonene walked through the forest, admiring the nature that was presented around him. He didn’t really care about where he was going, he just moved forward with a quiet pace, relaxing in the engulfing tranquility.
Jirara ran through the woods, obviously a female. She hid behind a tree and stayed there, not wanting to move.
Yonene stopped when he heard the sound of rustling branches and leaves, and looked around while getting his magic ready for whatever was lurking near. He raised an eyebrow when he couldn’t hear those sounds anymore, but he did felt there was something, “Who is there?”
Jirara jumped and fell over when he…she heard someone else. Jirara froze and waited to see what would happen. It sounded like Yonene, but Jirara didn’t care. He…she didn’t want anyone to see him…her like this.
Yonene was startled by the sudden noise, and headed to where it came from. What he found surprised him: It was Jirara, and he knew it was him, but it didn’t look EXACTLY like Jirara. He looked girly. Very girly. But Jirara wasn’t a girl…. and why was he a tadpole? … or was he really he? “What …” Yonene muttered, staring at Jirara with a wtf expression written all over his face.
Yonene appeared above a waterfall, and adopted a sitting position there, crossing one leg over the other, as he thought about what had happened. That space-dimension-travel-thing was starting to malfunction, as he didn’t plan in getting on the way of that other keronian. “…That was a close one.” he muttered to himself.
Jirara walked through the forest, he kept thinking about that weird Keronian he had met earlier that day. Who was he? Where did he come from?What did he want? Jirara froze when he spotted that same Keronian above a waterfall. Jirara prowled through the shadows…attempting to get closer to where he was.
Unaware of the roaming assassin approaching, he kept swimming through his thoughts. A smile creeping through his lips “Ah! I know!” he gasped with realization, snapping his fingers “I must be hungry” he continued to snap his fingers, now creating some fireworks “I wonder how bad pekoponian souls taste…”
Jirara froze as he watched him, and listened. “Pekoponian….souls……?” Jirara stealthily got closer to him, hoping he wasn’t serious about that souls thing.
Yonene frowned as he felt something in the back of his head. It was the feeling that told him that he was being watched. He turned around to have a look, summoning his cane out of tin air.
Jirara froze when he realized that he had been sensed, and faded into the shadows.
When the feeling suddenly disappeared, he shrugged “I wonder if there is any pekoponian somewhere near here…?” Yonene sighed “Well, at this point, whatever it is will do.” he started to float off, looking closely through the forest for any signs of life.