EVERY OTHER GHOST — open, joining

"so none of your species can speak?" he asked the next flower, tilting his head. "of course! you're vegetation. a living organism which lives by photosynthe-"

he heard another voice, and his fur stood on edge. since he arrived, he hadn't had any real communication- besides him in and the flowers, obviously. he was able to perfectly understand what the voice had said. good, he learned the right language for this, then. he turned to witness whoever it was. he recognized it as a neofelis nebulosa. a clouded leopard- in its full glory! he leaped over, sending morning dew scattering beneath his small pink paws. amnia was simply not capable of fear, and thus was extremely intrigued about the larger figure. she was female- so two of the same chromosomes, unlike him. gender and sex wasn't exactly something he understood easily, but he got it in a scientific sense. so if it was female, he'd use the pronoun she to refer to her, as that was what this strange culture dictated.

"i was attempting communication with the flora, but it seems they don't have any method of speaking." he replied sheepishly, until he gasped. "but you can! you've got a throat, vocal chords, lungs, and a tongue! you're a work of nature itself! do you realize just how wonderful you are, how rare it is for you to exist and be capable of putting voice to your thoughts?" he paused. "anyways- my name is amnia! if you'd like, do you mind communicating with me? i'd like to know where we are. well, i know we're floating in space, millions of miles away from anything else- but i mean more locally." he was certainly a strange, eccentric child who knew too many words for his age. however, he had a childlike but scientific curiosity for the world, especially this world which he didn't understand.