[center][color=lightgreen]"It's my little friend."[/color][/center]

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Mirithal stopped when he felt a little weight on its shoulder, but mostly it stopped because of the familiar voice.  It turned its head, features somewhat goatlike, even punctuated by the branch like horns that adorned his head.  Lucky he didn't clock her when he turned to look in her direction.  Little black dress and little blue wings.  [color=lightgreen]"I am Mirithal."[/color]  His voice was undeniably a mans voice now.  Deep in baritone, a fatherly voice that seemed slow and collected.  [color=lightgreen]"Hello Tania."[/color]  The greeting was devoid of true emotion and seemed merely a parroting of how soft barks works.

He widened his stance, raised his arms slightly and he peered down to look at his new form.  [color=lightgreen]"Do I look lost?"[/color]  How does one 'look' lost?  Maybe he got this form wrong.  He wondered if he should go back and try again.  Regardless he addressed her again, taking a moment to think.  [color=lightgreen]"I am lost.  This one needs food.  The ground is dry and tasteless here.  Looking for the mess hall.  Or a garden.  Or more life so I can plant myself.  We can search together."[/color]  He said before stepping forward again, enlisting her help without her input, merely going forward down the hall.

For the rigidity of his movements and his odd unbalanced strides, it was a smooth ride for the passanger.

[@Rune_Alchemist]