Jay? His name made her smile because it made her think of the bird. It's lovely to meet you. My name is Attican. for a moment she extended her hand to him to shake, but then quickly retracted it and fell into a rough bow after realizing her faux pas. A faint blush of embarrassment shone on the surface of her mask. Now I know-- The muscles along one of her front legs twitched in aggravation. She bent at the waist and brought it up as far as she could manage to pluck a mean pebble that had been lodged in her frog. Attican examined it for a moment before discarding the little villain. --what name to write in my book when I give it to you! Kind of like.. how libraries do it.

She seemed taken back by the small barrage of questions. Uh, yes..? Attican closed her eyes and shook her head briefly to get rid of all the apprehension she felt about replying. Yeah, I do. What made you so curious? Attican scratched behind one of her ears and stared at Jay.

Alright then! Attican was surprised by how genuinely cheerful sounding her reply was. It was clear to her that there was something more to his inquiry than just plain curiosity, but right then she felt too out of sorts to ask him any more about it. She grabbed a small bag from the hollowed tree and lay down in a patch of sunlight. With a gentle smile she patted the ground next to her.

the more the merrier 8>

The bag was filled with sun dried tomatoes: her favorite. For a moment she considered removing her mask in front of him. Her hands, which had already begun creeping up towards it, stopped and held their place. She turned away momentarily so he couldn't see when she popped a few in her mouth.

Why does everyone in this forest look different from each other?
Jay's question floated around in her head. She was quiet as she ruminated over it. I.. don't know, Attican swallowed. There's a whole lot of magic here, though. Maybe that's the reason why there are so many different creatures. Attican held out a few tomatoes in the palm of her hand to see if he wanted to try them.

The stag gave a skeptical look to the tomatoes in the centaur's hand, preparing a question in response, only to switch when they were joined by Daenir. "Well," he answered quietly, looking up at him "I am doing well..." As good as he could get, anyway. He brought his gaze to the ground, an ear turned in their direction to listen to them talk.

His ears went back as his rump was bumped. He didn't mind it alone but with company it bothered him some. He shrugged it off and settled down,"Yes, I helped him some time ago though our first meeting was .......interesting"he chuckled. He took the offered back and leaned over to give her another kiss on the cheek,"I do thank you love" Turning back to jay he took a bite of the food then tilted his head,"Have they returned?"he asked with a calm voice.

Oh, it was? Attican mused to herself that it was likely impossible to have a first encounter with either of them that wouldn't be interesting. She smiled when her tomatoes were finally accepted.
Her attention bounced between the two of them: first to Phantom, then to Jay. Curiosity burned inside the center of her stomach but she refrained from asking Jay who "they" were and how the Phantom scared them off.

(oh wow that was bad.. I'm sorry)

Permanently? Jay could only stare at him, stuck somewhere between shocked, grateful and confused. Did he mean that? Or was he just playing with him, some sort of amusing game to entertain Attican? Part of his mind said that much, that Daenir might be powerful, but to completely fix his mind? To make him normal? No doctor could do that and keep him sane. Or not an invalid who had to permenantly be taken care of for the rest of their lives. He had to be taken care of, sure, but at least he could still somewhat function. He felt a glimmer of hope, something he hadn't felt in years, rise up in his heart, and the stag could only look away. He didn't want to see if the other's eyes were true to the word, or if they only held some sort of cruel humor.
"Do you really mean that? You could fix my brain?" he questioned in a voice barely above a whisper. They had said that before, that they could fix him, but that was just putting a bandage over the problem without fixing it. They drugged him, tested on him as they tried to isolate the source in his mind without actually going in and cutting specific parts of his brain. They knew that type of thing didn't work on the patients they had tested on. He had been lucky enough to have a doctor who had enough sense to try something new. Granted the end result was something of a controversy. He bit his lower lip and did his best to push those assumptions from his mind. It wasn't for sure, anyway. Maybe they sent him here, knowing that this was his new life. This would fix him; make him something they could be proud of instead of the retarded(used in the literal sense), untrustworthy son he was.

The blue grey stag watched the female suddenly stand and find a reason to leave. Had he said something wrong? Jay pondered over this for several moments, confused. He didn't understand what he did or didn't do, or what he said. Had he insulted her in some way? He tried to wrap his mind around her point of view, but he couldn't think of anything; he didn't know her well enough to know what would or wouldn't upset her.

Hey there!
Aw, thanks a lot c:

I'm glad you do! I'm a big Phan myself x)
Her mate/husband is sort of an adaptation or alternative take on the Phantom. If you haven't already checked out his bio, you totally should!

Thank you very much, Sandy! c: