What would it be like, to not remember a single thing about your life? To not recall your mother, or your father, or any of the potential siblings you may have had? To not remember a single day of your existence, no matter how short that life had been so far? To many, these questions would only be hypothetical. A mere silly thought they aimed at themselves as they went through their day, wondering how things would be different if they couldn't remember everything they had gone through. For Fragglerock, though, these questions were simply his reality. As hard as he tried, the young mutated rabbit was unable to remember a single thing about his past. He couldn't recall the faces or names of his mother or father, nor could he remember any of his siblings, if he even had any. Although, he had to assume that he did, considering rabbits didn't often only have one child. Additionally, he couldn't remember a single day of his life that had come before, even if he had only been living for three months. Sure, he doubted all that much had happened to him in a mere trio of months, but it still hurt, not being able to look back at any of it.

Still, ever since the day that he had "woken up," so to speak, Fraggle had realized that there was very little he could do to change his memory loss. He had little idea of what had caused it, and it wasn't as if anyone had been around when he had woken up. Instead, he had been all alone, without anyone else around him. He didn't know where his family was, or if they were even still alive, and he certainly didn't know how to find them. In the end, he had little choice but to just... keep living. He hoped desperately that he would somehow stumble across his family, or otherwise be able to get his memories back, but he tried not to hold his breath too much. Doing so would only end in disappointment. Instead, he focused his attention on just moving forward. He hadn't had much of a goal in mind when he had begun hopping off in a random direction, but he was sure that eventually he would hit something important. As long as he could find things to eat and drink along the way, he would be fine.

The young rabbit had managed to mostly keep himself out of trouble on his journey, hiding away whenever a larger creature got too close. Eventually, though, he decided that he wanted to find a home. Somewhere that he could stay, so that he could stop wandering from place to place on his search for food. Not to mention, it would be nice to have some company who he knew didn't want to eat him. Or... at least, wouldn't eat him. And that was how he had ended up in the chasm of The Golden Eye, although not intentionally. He hadn't actually noticed the scent lines as he went hopping slowly through the ravine, tiny claws scraping against stone as the child moved along. His ears twitched with each step, an odd combination of ear and wing, covered in golden and red feathers. He made sure to keep his guard up, not wanting to end up getting snatched by some kind of predatory bird. The possibility seemed incredibly likely, considering the wide open spaces of the rocky plains.

Eventually, though, he was startled by something. Not by a large predatory bird looking for a tiny snack, but rather by the sound of footsteps approaching from nearby. Immediately able to feel his heart hammering in his chest, Rag frantically looked around him, blue gaze eventually honing in on a small area of underbrush. He darted into it, the leaves around him rustling as he hid himself away, petrified of what could be coming. As he saw a figure approaching, he hesitated only briefly before calling out, while still remaining hidden, "Hello...? I promise I didn't mean to intrude on anyone's territory! I was just looking for some plants to eat, and maybe a place to stay... please don't eat me." He might've seemed a bit on edge, but... he had a reason to be. Although he had only truly been "awake" for a couple of weeks now, he has gotten into numerous encounters with creatures just looking for a juicy rabbit-shaped snack.

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He couldn't remember his parents. His family, his siblings. They were all so far gone in his memory that he couldn't bear to draw them forward- some traumatic memory blocking his early childhood from him. So he had built himself an empire of friends. He had promised himself to do better for anything and anyone that came in front of him- and perhaps that's why he had took the responsibility of leading this group.

A soft sigh exited his mouth as he stepped across the rocklands, but the sounds of some squeaking and the faint scent of Aes mixed with someone unfamiliar caused him to twitch his ears. Arlo looked towards them, approaching with slow pawsteps. "What's going on, Aesior?" He questioned softly, knowing the male couldn't respond in word, but upon seeing what was hiding in the bushes, Arlo's fur was quite ruffled.

Well, he couldn't quite see it, persay, but he understood what it was. A child. Arlo cleared his throat gently, lowering his head down. While his horns and red eyes might appear scary to any other kid, he hoped he made up for it in word. "We won't eat you. Why don't you come out n' we can find you something to eat? My name's Arlo, and this is Aesior. He can't speak, but he's not going to hurt you."

"speech"

Well... this was far from ideal. There he had been, safely tucked away in the sparse foliage, hoping that he had been mistaken in thinking that he heard a sound. If he had, that would mean he could just take a deep breath and relax, and continue on his way. Unfortunately, he had heard someone, and they had heard his call. Not only that, but his presence had evidently attracted several someones. It was enough to make Fraggle's heart sink, the guttural sound from Aesior causing him to shrink back further. He didn't understand that the other had no intention of hurting him, and it was lucky that Arlo arrived when he did. The young rabbit wasn't able to read at all, quite yet. Or... maybe he had been able to, before, but he certainly couldn't remember any of what he had learned. Arlo's words were more straightforward, however, and they were enough to draw Frag forward, albeit reluctantly.

Not wanting to remain hidden and anger anyone, the boy took a few long hops forward, so that he was sitting right in front of both Aesior and Arlo. His blue gaze flicked between the both of them, taking in Aesior's scars, and Arlo's horns. However, physical features alone weren't enough to determine him, considering the leader's kind words. After all, Fragglerock himself looked pretty odd, with his ears that were really more like wings. Said feathered ears seemed to twitch a little as he spoke up, shifting on the spot, "You... you guys really aren't going to eat me? I can't... I can't quite remember where I came from, but I've been traveling for a little while. And so far, whenever I encounter other people, they always try to eat me... getting some food for myself sounds pretty good, though." He hadn't had the chance to have some leafy greens in quite a while, especially while on the rocky plains. There was a bit of foliage, yes, but nothing really to his tastes.

The young rabbit had finally been beginning to settle when Cleo approached, her first words sharp and mocking towards Arlo and Aesior. Despite her pretty appearance – at least in Fraggle's opinion – her attitude caused his ears to draw back and a frown to come to his muzzle. He took only a moment before he spoke up once more, his voice gaining a bit more confidence, "I'm not just any rabbit! My name's Fragglerock. Like I said, I don't quite remember where I came from, but... I suppose I'm looking for somewhere to stay. I didn't really notice, but... I'm assuming all you guys being here means that a group lives here?" He gave a glance at the rocky plateau around them, looking for signs of others. He felt bad about missing some kind of potential border, but he had been in a rush before.