Daiyu had been to this place before. It was a simple, yet calm and serene meadow which stretched out northeast as far as the eye might see. The towering peaks of the Morningstar mountain shadows in the great distance south. She had not walked through here since she had first arrived to Mythris, before she had found home in the Cosmic Isle. A home, no more.

A morning, crisp and cool. Daiyu moved with a light, prancing step through the sparce tree cover through the area. She pauses, lifting a paw to lick the fresh dew from it and ears perked so suddenly at a voice. But not just any voice. It was a voice which spoke a language she had not heard from another's lips in far too long. A language of her own people.

是的 - 是的，你好？ (Yes - Yes, hello?) She heeded the man's call prompt, walking in delicate footsteps into the direction for which she was being summoned. There he was - soft brown and tans, clocked in black over his backside. He stood with an unspoken pride and with a powerful build to match that commanding stance.

(This is the Honey Meadow. In a world called Mythris.)这是蜂蜜草甸。在一个叫做. In common, his accent was even more thick then her own, which had lessened given her time here and the very few which spoke her tongue. It was pleasing to hear another speak this, so she continued to do so.