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"Atlanthal, hmm? Interesting name." Drannec hopped off of Gris, to give her a bit of a break. Happy for the rest, Gris shifted into a blue jay and stood on Drannec's shoulder.

"This here's Gris, my reflection. She doesn't look strong, but she's several times stronger than any animal I've seen. If she's shifted as an eagle, she can carry me around, for goodness sakes!"

Which is always a bother. You're too heavy to carry easily.

Quiet, Gris. It was a compliment.

The two of them kept walking down the path, Michael still silent, for now. It was clear he was still shaken up a bit by the Aether.

"So you're new here, right? Well, it isn't such a terrible place, if you stick with others. But some of the residents... well, let's just say that you should be able to fight yourself-- or at least run quickly-- because some of them could kill you faster than Atlanthal there could rescue you. Of course, I'm sure you already figured that." He paused. "Your friend there-- Luna, right? She's scary enough as is, and I've never seen her before!" Drannec realized he was rambling quite a bit, and caught himself.

"Anyway. Be careful, is all I'm saying. And here we are." The two of them had reached their destination, to see David and Luna talking.