“So Chameel has met you…I suppose you’re fine then.”
His mannerisms seemed to take more after their mother, despite his lack of a direct connection.
“None of us are truly made by any conventional means. I’m certain you’ve seen the make of her soul. Your creation isn’t too out—
"Yes, I've taken the time out of my busy little schedule to meet our "younger" sister. So I'd figure I'd give you the same courtesy."
Seemingly taking a sitting position, crossing one hooved leg over the other, seemingly floating in place.
"You can consider me... A brother. -
“Meaning to meet…me?”
He asks cautiously, stepping closer but using his tail to pick up the basket. Lifting it up and observing the fruits.
Fresh…
“What relation do you have with us?”
"You needn't worry, I'm not here to harm you. I figured I'd come offering something since I've been meaning to meet you."
Placing the down basket before stepping back.
Nose twitch , looking around before his gaze settles on . . . Another of his kind ?
He stands up straight , staring back nervously . The fruit smelled good but who was this ?
Trustworthy ? Or no ?
Looming nearby, bearing some sort of basket containing various manners of fruit and whatnot.
Seemingly as if he was able to tell just what the other was thinking.