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Pyre stepped through the portal, but the portal suddenly warped, launching the toa Elsewhere. He hisses, eyes closed for a moment before he hears howling. Something eerie. Bone-chilling. His eyes snap open to the void and he pulls himself off of the not-ground. This was not where he was supposed to land. Something flickers in front of distant specks and his eyes latch onto it briefly before it slips back into the lightless surroundings. Then another. And another. Pyre could count five of them, and it only took a moment for him to finally spot the glowing eyes as the tell of how many there were. They were clearly pack hunters. And he was their prey. He growled and stood his ground, flexing his claws and teeth before fanning his tail and raising his head to roar in warning and defiance. He would not die here. He would not die today. It's still. Silent. The hunters judging their prey and chances. Then a howl and Pyre feels something impact with his side. He doesn't hesitate, twisting to

Rouge was wandering around the festival, enjoying the shiny surroundings and general cheer. He was quite glad that Daga brought him to see it, and even gladder he brought some of his family, even encouraging them to wander and explore. The New Ones were quite interesting. Some larger than him, some smaller, some standing on their back legs like Heldyr-friend. Even fluffy, or odd ones. He takes a deep breath and something catches his attention. The smell of warmth and home, though he is nowhere near home at this point. He wanders off into a quieter section of the festivities, where little bugs shimmer in the night and an odd smoke wafts in the breeze, trailing from something just out of sight. Of course, Rouge follows it without telling anybody. Something wing-like becomes visible from just behind a tree and the toa pads around it to finally see what is creating all of the odd not-smoke. One of the smaller weird ones. With smoky orange wings, and similar smoke trailing from their soft

Pyre glances over at his very happily prancing father leading them into the now very colorful clearing. Booths everywhere and games being played all the while, the smell of food fills the air. It's chaotic and noisy, but… he looks over at the black and white ket, whose eyes are practically lit up in curiosity and wonder. Rouge seems to be having fun with the new sights and smells, so the darker ket decides he can put up with it. Of course, the instant he turns his back, Rouge practically disappears. With a loud sigh, Pyre approaches the nearest tent. It's most likely that his father slipped into there, since it seemed like a show may start soon. He'd sniff out his father if he could, but the toa could already tell it would be useless. Too many other scents going on, as well as auditory and visual distractions that would make it nigh impossible to focus. Up above, he can see the demonstration of the color change and pauses for a moment at the reveal before shifting focus back to the