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Ever since Hang the Moon welcomed him into her den in the swamp and introduced him to more friendly kin like her, Iron had developed more confidence in interacting with swamp denizens. Granted, many kin he tried to talk to still reacted as expected; either moving away immediately when they spot him approaching them, or politely--sometimes not so politely--leaving him while they're talking to him when they discover his odd way of speaking. But there were more kin here who were understanding enough to interact with him and treat him nicely. Some he even began to call his friends. Filled with this newfound confidence, Iron opted to roam the different parts of the swamp to see what his new home had to offer--and maybe make a few more friends along the way.
As he was walking through an especially woodsy part of the swamp, he glimpsed an unexpected, but not unwelcome shade of purplish pink in the middle of all of the brown and green of the mud and trees. His curiosity piqued, he moved toward the color and saw that it was on the hide of a beautiful kimeti doe with long, flowing blonde hair, a flower tucked behind her ear, and a star marking on her forehead. The way her purple coloration went from light at her legs to dark at her midsection had him strangely mesmerized. He did not realize how long he was just staring at her and he definitely was not fully conscious of the words left his mouth; "You are ... pretty..."