[...Well. She has to know she's there, then, right? And she's not getting alarmed, or worked up like the Chefs would get. Six debates for a moment longer if it's okay to get closer. She's still debating on it when the shimmer of golden dust catches her attention.]
[Oh. Oh! It's- she's almost not sure. All she can recall seeing are fish, rats, and seagulls. Pigeons, once, before she came to the Maw. New creatures are strange, fantastical. That decides things for her. Not trusting her own unwieldy abilities, she goes back to the trunk of the tree to carefully begin climbing down. So small, the sounds of her effort are barely heard until she's back down on solid ground.]
[She doesn't say anything, still. Maybe she's forgotten, or maybe she never could in the first place. Six isn't sure. Still, she keeps from being as quiet as usual, her body brushing through the grass as she peers around the tree with her yellow hood as bright as ever.]
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[Oh. Oh! It's- she's almost not sure. All she can recall seeing are fish, rats, and seagulls. Pigeons, once, before she came to the Maw. New creatures are strange, fantastical. That decides things for her. Not trusting her own unwieldy abilities, she goes back to the trunk of the tree to carefully begin climbing down. So small, the sounds of her effort are barely heard until she's back down on solid ground.]
[She doesn't say anything, still. Maybe she's forgotten, or maybe she never could in the first place. Six isn't sure. Still, she keeps from being as quiet as usual, her body brushing through the grass as she peers around the tree with her yellow hood as bright as ever.]