Just a blobling meet up I guess. Ft. judas and me.

Quinnsing no longer needed their companion's help to traverse the ground in a manner that was natural and timely, and could, with ease in fact, outpace the large lumbering earthen creature, but they kept them company still, and found that their new form was small enough still yet to enjoy the comforts of being able to rest lean legs and worn paws and take respite as their seemingly tireless and large friend bore them across the land. There was more of it then there had been before, a world slowly, piece by piece, coming into shape from where once, it seemed, there had been nothing but endless bare sands. It was far from complete, and Quinnsing found themselves discontent still, having not found a landscape they truly preferred or fit into, but traversing each one, esploring and taking it in, was a task now that had some merit.

New life, new plants, new creatures now, were roaming the lands, and Quinn was careful to note each, taking their time, lacking still the answers they truly sought and seeming to find that their purpose was undecided yet, to chronicle mentally what each thing was, and note the characteristics of it. If there was no point to doing any particular thing, it seemed, to Quinnsing, that the only true task they could set themselves to in the present moment, was to gather knowledge, and to seek to find and understand everything at least, if lacking a thing to do with that knowledge yet.

Knowing was half the battle.

So far one of the more curious places, and the one Quinnsing had investigated the least, was the large rocky landscape, jutting towards the sky with peaks of stone, and pockmarked with caves and water that, unlike the ones of the swamp, seemed quite varied and unpredictable in their nature and laws. All of it was overlaid with an icy moss, an azure color and frigid to the paw. Pads were growing tough though, getting used to the colder temperature, though skin still prickled with the bitter bite of chilly air.

From beside Quinnsing, the blobling half curled in repose on the earthy back of their lumbering earthen companion, the terreden wandering the mountains slowly while they rested, their other companion stirred, sensing a second blobling close by. The camivian stretched with a 'scrraw' noise quickly and raspily rumbling in the back of its throat, curiosity and interest immediately pricking and poking at Quinnsing's mind, the furred avian pushing forward its feelings as it turned toward the distance. Stirring, pale grey limbs stretched, and with a sweep of their tail, the blobling jumped down, the soft crunch of moss underpaw bringing with it the prickling sensation of the frigid plant. Raising their muzzle, the approached, their two companions remaining a moment in the open while Quinnsing neared, though the camivian shifted side to side impatiently.

White against blue had been easy to spot, though in the powdery white substance over much of the mountains the blobling might have blended in quite well. They were plain, Quinnsing noted, much like Quinn themselves had been at first, and seemed to be entranced by the moss. A head tilted, silent question rising, and with a sweep of their tail, Quinnsing drew closer, a rumble in their throat announcing their presence, almost akin to a clearing of their throat, so that, if they hadn't been noticed already, the other blobling would be aware that they were no longer alone.

Quinnsing paused, paws halting on the frosty tipped moss, as the blobling before them suddenly began to move back, bright green eyes nervous, or perhaps fearful, seeming to shift quickly as the round figure scooched away from them. A grey tapering tail swept slowly behind Quinn, and they held their ground, careful and thoughtful, analyzing the situation while the refrained from approaching further, a decided moment of inaction greeting the startled response they had been shown. If it was simply the presence of another blobling or stranger, or the fact that Quinnsing no longer resembled the base rounded figure that it seemed most if not every blobling had started as, the Quinn couldn't say, but something of their approach or their demeanor triggered a bad reaction.

Teeth showed a moment as jaws parted ever so slightly, drinking in the scents over the frigid and killing cold of the air, Quinn lowering their head slightly, studying the other blobling. Green eyes seemed to stare at him, the other creature either mute, or unwilling to speak, hues blankly watching him. It hadn't fled entirely, seeming to have merely wanted to create some distance, but now it seemed the other creature had come to a complete standstill, devoid of movement or any readable emotion or expression as it watched Quinnsing. Azure eyes studied the white creature, half lidding in thought.

A prickling in their mind half turned a slender grey head, gaze flicking back as Quinnsing noted their larger companion had settled down to rest on the mountain while the camivian, eager and no longer content to hang back, had spread large wings and began to beat them, swooping over. Claws dug into the rocks beside Quinn, finding purchase and landing as the avian secured itself, beak tilting side to side as it pushed a questioning eagerness towards the other blobling mentally. Quinn frowned, ever so slightly, at the overt directness of the creature, so quick to invade anothers mind with its emotions, even as innocent as they had been meant, but, returning their gaze to the other blobling, they flicked their tail to one side, head angling ever so slightly. "You seem startled?" Quinn questioned, almost more a statement or observation, though there was a note of interest there, the wording direct but the intention merely one of observation seeking answers.