Archon wasn't terribly keen on going bug catching. Bugs were unclean, filthy creatures and even those who had some sightly appeal held no interest of Archon's. The only thing that appealed to him was the chance to see mortal culture at work and to possibly earn a prize worth showing Deathbelle.

Obi, on the other hand, seemed pretty thrilled by the leaf tickets and the method used to make them glow. He took one gently between his thumb and forefinger and crushed it slowly. When he parted his fingers, they were stained with the glowing goo from the bug that sat there only moments earlier. He took the remains and smeared them on the back of his hand. The effect lasted. Slowly, he sniffed it, then brought the back of his hand to his mouth, only to have his hand swatted away by Archon. It was one of the few times he had ever received such a scolding look from his wolf counterpart. Obi bowed his head in a light apology, but made a note in his mind to investigate the bugs later. For now, they were to catch them for a great prize.

The fireflies buzzed lazily overhead and Rain approached the dire wolf with his golden companion walking beside him. “Good evening.” He said and gave a light bow before he waved his bag through the air and Fauldr reached up to grab at the fireflies. He was distantly interested in the man, there was a noticeable resemblance between him and Mephistopheles, and he was at a height that he knew was appropriate for an Abraxas, but he didn’t smell of the empire at all, in fact he smelled more of the black and white wolves he had seen trouncing about everywhere, but he kept his suspicions to himself as he reached up to swipe the fireflies into his bag. "Talk"  "Thought"   "You"

Another approached and greeted Archon. Archon dipped his head in return, "Good evening, indeed." Archon didn't miss the scent of Malleus's pack on the male, but he wasn't too keen on starting down that path just yet. "One might even say it is blessed, but I suppose we should see that after the prizes are given."

Obi took the time while Archon was distracted to snag a few bugs and shove them into his mouth. Bitter, but he still chewed them up. When he was finished, he spat into his hand, inspecting the faintly glowing tendrils that hung from his mouth. Fascinating. He quickly wiped the spit from his face and hands before Archon could notice. Then he beckoned his owner so that the two could attempt to catch more of these mystical bugs.

He flicked his ear toward the man. “Blessed?” He gave a lingering look as three fireflies buzzed in his bag before he stood on his hind legs to wave the bag through the air again. Fauldr had moved to inspect the other primate, glassy black eyes contemplating the similar creature before the golden baboon reached up to grab lazily at the fireflies above them. There was a tension in the air that Rain disliked and had no sense of where it had come from. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand as if it would break the electrified air that lived between their silences. speaking Thinking you

Whatever tensions Rain felt were not sensed by Archon. He simply didn't care to figure out the tinglings of lineage that accompanied the pack his brother saw over. As far as he knew, few of the current generation in Risen had any idea of Abraxas outside the packs. Each had seemed surprised at his mere belonging in a world outside of the pack and Archon wished not to discuss heavy topics on this night. Archon made an attempt to grab a few more bugs, leaving Obi to his own devices.

Obi, on the other hand, absentmindedly swung his hands at more fireflies while his eyes stayed glued to the other primate. He gave a quick look to both of their owners before speaking in a hushed tone, "Do you speak?"

The primate nodded his head then swatted at the glittering flies while Rain took another swing at them with his bag. Fauldr certainly had the capacity to speak but rarely did so around others he lifted his lips to show his long fangs in a wide grin while Rain nervously teetered around the edge of the other male’s presence. Finally the tension became too much for him and the little wolf spoke. “What’s your name? “ He asked, his voice ebbing on a cautious lit, almost worried what answer the man might give. He had recently risen in Malleus’s view with his acquisition of the lioness, he had little fear of the Abraxas, but for a wolf as small as himself against a wolf as large as the stranger precaution was a necessity.   "Talk"  "Thought"   "You"

Obi wasn't entirely sure what to make of the other primate's response, but he nodded sagely nonetheless. "I see, he said, although he only really saw that the other wasn't making any sense. Still, as if appeased, Obi nodded once more and turned to collect the bugs around him.

Archon kept his eyes on the creatures, making a halfhearted attempt at catching any of them. Eventually, the other in his presence asked for his name. That was simple. "I am Archon Abraxas," he announced, stretching to become his full size as he turned to inspect the smaller wolf with a detailed attention. "And who might you be?"

He released a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, his posture becoming considerably more relaxed. He swung for the fireflies again, finally letting his guard down while Fauldr continued to swipe at them from a distance. “I’m Rain Loire, healer of the Risen Empire. It’s a pleasure to meet you Archon.” He chimed, his tail waving slightly behind him. “Have you been enjoying the festival so far?” He asked conversationally his head tilting slightly. He was oblivious to all that had transpired between the man and his father, although it was little wonder why, having turned his back on his father long ago, after he chose to scorn him for not falling into Ruina’s doctrine. "Talk"  "Thought"   "You"

The man introduced himself as Rain and confirmed that he was from the Risen empire. Archon dipped his head to end the greeting kind of hoping that would be the end of the conversations, but the wolf wanted to talk more it seemed. Archon resigned himself to the conversation and would try his best to enjoy it. He snapped at more bugs as Obi continued to collect them into a bottle at his side, slowly skirting around the other primate since he wasn't willing to speak to him like a civilized ape.

Rain asked him if he had been enjoying the festival. Archon had to give it some thought at first. "It's been an interesting experience for me," he said. "I haven't experienced anything like it before. How about you?"

For a brief moment his mind reached back to Ruina and thoughts of his near sacrifice to a volcano. A shiver climbed up his spine that he quickly subdued and cleared his throat. “No not me, although I expect the empire will come up with something grand for their celebrations after this.” He said quickly, dismissing the tremor in his voice that threatened to make him stutter. He swung with his bag again while Fauldr moved to rejoin him, growing disinterested in the other ape. “I suppose that’s it for the night.” He muttered to himself, looking at his catch. “It was a pleasure to meet you Archon, hopefully we will meet again in the future.” He said before turning to leave. -Exit Rain- "Talk"  "Thought"   "You"