MARCO? MARCO?! - joining

[Evelyn]

Talia stills when CC approaches, even more when a tiny little paw touches the tip of her heart-shaped nose. When she breathes, it's with tiny gentle gasps, shallow and insuffecient but she'll be damned to let this moment flutter away from her grasp before she can fully understand the powerful thrum of familiarity in the air.

Her smile spreads, widens, awed in tone as she lowers her head to help the young kit reach one of her antlers.

She feels... tranquil. She certainly hasn't felt that in a long time.

"I'm pleased to meet you, CC," she whispers back, voice buzzing with glee. "I think your name is very pretty, too, did you know that?"

Caught in the moment, she barely feels the thump, thump, thump of heavy footfalls until Owen is in close proximity, but she doesn't move from her spot close to the ground. Let them think what they will of her posture and position, she wouldn't dare move in fear that it might startle her new acquaintance. Instead, she twists her head slightly to the side to flash one seafoam eye at him, the edge crinkling softly with her smile.

"I dare to disagree, I think it's quite important to identify your position in the Clan. You should be proud of your achievements." She blinks at him once in acknowledgement. A dinosaur, certainly not one she's seen before but she isn't too surprised. How long ago has it been, again, since she happened upon a particularly rambunctious pack of them in the land-of-sky? "It's good to meet you, Owen."

With that, her attention shifts back towards CC. Because they had whispered, she whispers back and keeps her voice low, gentle. "You know, I bet you could scramble up there with my little friend. There's certainly enough space. Think of it as tree-climbing practice."