Potentially Dangerous Noodles (Large Winged Serpent Bonding)

It was a rather sweet look on her, for all that yes, the viper looked a little silly with her tongue poking out. Ashen allowed himself a fond little smile as he watched her relax, vaguely comforted by the way she leaned into affection immediately and snuggled in. "Ah... I hope my emotional state isn't getting you down?" He asked awkwardly, not entirely sure how much was leaking out - a disconcerting thought, really.

As they passed through the dense trees, red flames would begin lighting their way as they passed through. Tents, not unlike those resembling those found at a carnival albeit with eerie red light pouring from the 'eyes' and 'mouths,' would beckon them forward and with a single glance behind him to ensure that his companion had not in fact been left behind, the krait slipped into the largest of the tents. Following Ohanokael's entry, gates would slam shut behind him and prevent him from leaving. The Nightmare's Call Male Krait turned back towards the Sin Eater and bowed - well, as much as a snake could bow, anyway - but the sentiment was there.

At long last, it was time for a dance. The flames would flicker and dim, ghostlike apparitions appearing on the empty seats surrounding them. The audience was present, and all eyes were on the two serpents in the center. It was finally time for their dance to begin.

Remember My Light Female Boa stopped when she deemed herself and Melonwei far enough from the rest of the group - and more importantly, the wyrm - that they could speak privately. Reaching out to gently touch the woman's mind, she spoke. I am a forgotten goddess of dreams and light, trapped in this form by forces unknown and my children have been lost to me. I can feel that you too have been rejected by one you considered your own - a deity, perhaps. But that is not a mistake I will make with a kindred spirit. All I ask in return is that you do not tell the wyrm of my existence here, else he will seek to destroy this body just like he did my previous one.

Bond! Remember My Light Female Boa to Melonwei!

The newly-dubbed Alma dipped her head in response, seeming pleased with the name and thereafter translating Moth's words into soft hisses for the benefit of her fellow winged serpent. The much smaller garter seemed to perk up at this and glanced between them. Well, if you r-really don't mind my intruding...then yes. I'm sure there are m-many more songs that can be learned from traveling with you, and maybe I can come up with some of my own too. And w-we can go crystal hunting together. With that said, she was more than willing to slither up Moth's arm though very careful not to let go of her treasures. Once she'd made herself comfortable enough she began to hum softly before beginning to sing a little tune, unable to contain her excitement at having found someone that she really and truly liked and wanted to be around.

Oh, bury my mother pale and slight! Bury my father with his eyes shut tight! Bury my sisters two by two, and when you're done let's bury me too! Oh, bury the knight with her broken nail! Bury the lady, lovely and pale! Bury the priest in his tattered gown, then bury the beggar with his shining crown... As her mindvoice trailed off, she let out a giggle. I don't really know where that song came from, but it does have a nice tune. I hope we can learn more s-songs together.

Bond! Can You Hear The Crystals Sing? Female Garter to Moth!

Agata gave Ashen a playful nuzzle and a look of amusement - he needn't apologize for his emotions being all out of whack, she was here to comfort and provide encouragement and that was exactly what she intended to do. Surely with her around, he would be back to his normal self in no time and she certainly wouldn't give him much in the way of time to feel sorry for himself.

After all, if one simply went through life feeling sorry for themself without bothering to do anything to fix things, then they would never be able to experience personal growth. If she could help him, whether it be by atoning for his mistakes or even just coming to terms with them, then she would consider that a small victory.

The winged serpent seemed to think it over before nodding. It was Italian, at least, even if the intention had likely come from naming her after a gemstone instead, so she would accept it. Her tongue flicked out against Nat's cheek to signal her approval of her newfound name, though with the weight of her body clearly being too much for her buglike bonded she opted to descend - she had to bring her collection with her after all, and so she would beckon Nat to follow her so that the two of them could gather up her things. She wasn't about to leave any of them behind, each and every single one of them as precious to her as though they were all the finest and most rare of gemstones and artifacts - and to Peri, they were.