((I'd be willing to clean up the icky white un-transparentized pixels. I <3 tedious cleanup like that. No time to work on it until Friday, but I'll definitely do it then for yah!))

Thyme grins brightly. "I would like if you were to be my friend," he nods.

"So..." he nudges her with his nose. "Friends, then?"

Thyme smiles when she laughs. "I know you didn't mean exactly like you, I just wanted to make you laugh. And apparently it worked," He smiled, but frowned when she asked about Venom. "Well, she and I never got along really, really well or anything, but we were starting to get along quite well. And t...

Thyme smiles and seems to relax a bit. "Looking for a friend is somewhat the reason I am here as well... Though I don't know if Venom and I are friends anymore," he pauses. "Or if we ever were at all." He frowns a bit. "Anyways, I don't think I'm..." he eyes her mane. "Like you." He shuffles his hoo...

"Oh, okay," he states, to her negative on a Venom-spotting. He laughs, a light, friendly laugh, at her comment about being leary. "Then I hope I have not offended you by doing the same." He grins brightly and tilts his head, as though it helps him think somehow. "Thistle is a fitting name, methinks....

Another Serian who had come to Sionayra looking for his meadow-mate happens to pop out of the trees nearby and spots this other one. He steps closer, at first thinking it might be who he's looking for, and quickly realizing it couldn't possibly be... the only thing similar about the two is the fact ...