Vinta turned his head in the direction he'd heard the young voice coming from, blinking once. "I am indeed still here. Do I need to  try to get above the grass?" he called out in return. Escape though they have he couldn't simply let a child wander around alone, especially not one who seemed to require instructions when the situation obviously dictated the need to flee. "If you cannot see blue look for brown. The outside of my wings are brown," he called out again. Hopefully he would be the only brown thing besides dirt, he thought as he fluttered his wings a bit.

Relief pulsed through Abyaz when he heard the butterfly person answering him, and he jumped up a little to see if it would help. "There you are~! I jumped, and I saw your fluttery brown!" He called out, increasing his pace a touch. He'd been expecting blue, but the other mutation had explained that quite nicely, and he wasn't confused by it for more than a brief moment. It wasn't too long before he found himself within easy speaking distance of the other winged mutation, and he beamed up at the fellow happily, stepping around so that he was in front of the butterfly guy. "Here I am! What happens now? It's quite nice out here... I haven't been outside when the sky goes all dark before - is this what camping is? I was told that I might be taken camping, since kids like doing that sometimes, but I thought there were special safe places for that..."

Vinta blinked once, then allowed himself a small smile as a small, fuzzy-looking moth boy popped out of the grass. "Yes, it's a little odd," he said, turning so he could open his wings to show the bright blue and he black. "The outside of my wings differ from the insides, but at least now you can be sure what to look for," he said before he looked around a bit, only to bl
ink and squint a bit. "As far as I can tell there is grass and sky, but the tall grass should help to keep up hidden should the humans try to find us," he said, glancing down at the oddly happy child. "I do hate to request this of you but as my eyesight is is poor I may need you to act as my eyes. I can see blurs of color, however, it is indeed getting rather dark and we need a safer place to hide."

"Oh, like hide and seek?" Abyaz asked, delighted. He quite liked games, it was easy to be as happy as he was supposed to be when playing games. Even better, since he was for kids, nobody tended to stop him having fun when he was getting better at games. "Ohhh, I didn't know that... Is it for always, your eyes?" He responded, seeming slightly more downcast at the information that his new friend - as far as he was concerned - had a problem with his vision. "I like to be useful! I'll help you! It'll be easier to not get split up if I hold your hand~" Abyaz informed the butterfly fellow, "My name is Abyaz, what's yours?" Yes, useful is good, useful is safe... Useful makes people like me... He thought, glancing around as much as he possibly could with his wide obsidian eyes, in an effort to see something so that he could be useful. The mutations that weren't useful disappeared, even he knew that, and he'd been afraid of that for a long time - ever since that one firefly lady had told him that they weren't just in another room, but not coming back ever never.

"I don't see many places to go... Oh, but there's some trees thataway, an' maybe there'll be some fruit? I'm kinda hungry... I was gonna hide some feed in my fluff, but I nearly got caught last time, an' its hard to make it not fall out..." He mithered, pointing in the direction he'd seen something not-grass in - though he'd had to jump to see it. "I wanted to hide some, 'cause there was a bunch of stuff going on where I was, an' they'd been forgetting to feed me sometimes - I think they were upset about something, an' I was getting more training an' stuff, like they were hurrying. One time, they nearly didn't feed me all day! I had to yell an' yell an' yell! Got in trouble for that, but it seemed like they were too worried t'be too angry - talkin' about that money stuff they like. They said I had good lungs, though, an' that was nice of them~ That was a compliment, right?" Abyaz didn't know that the people who'd been keeping him had been experiencing financial difficulties, his understanding of money and the like being very limited - mostly to a knowledge that it wasn't for him - but he had been one of their best efforts to stave off the dwindling of their livelihood. He did indeed have good lungs, which was part of the reason he was able to manage flight. It was actually not all that unreasonable for Abyaz to have been distressed at receiving so little food in a day, whatever the diets of other mutations, as his metabolism was such that he would become extremely lethargic if unable to eat enough in a day, and his handlers had found early on that he could become seriously ill - and thus less valuable - if kept hungry for too long.

"I can smell something funny... Familiar funny, like back with the others - do you think there's someone else here?" Abyaz imparted, indicating his antennae with one hand, pointing towards the direction of the scent with one of his other three. It was a scent that set off vague warning bells in his head, but he wasn't sure why. As for his current well-being, Abyaz was not unharmed by his fall, having sustained some damage from impact, but he knew better than to let it show when he was busy - that sort of thing would have got him shut away if he was a complainer. He would wait to soothe himself until he was sure it was okay.

((No worries, it happens~))

"I suppose you could call it a form of hide and seek, yes," Vinta responded. "And yes, unfortunately. As I do not have antennae and such it took away a good deal of the other senses I could have had to make up for it. I may be the only one like myself with this issue, however, so I suppose it may even simply be my bad luck," he added, reaching down to gently take hold of the young mothchild's hand, looking to the side with the trees and such that had been indicated. He tilted his head a little bit. "Yes, fruit indeed does sound rather nice right about now," he amended.

"Ohhh, that's too bad..." Abyaz murmured, feeling sorry for the fellow he considered to be his new friend. He took hold of Vinta's hand when it met his own, grateful for the reassurance provided, and determined to lead his new friend straight. "It's nice t'meet you, too~" He chirped happily, smiling. I knew he'd like fruit! Fruit's too nice to not like. He thought to himself, before tilting his head a little as he considered what else the butterfly morph had to say. "Hmm? You mean the meanies? Someone told me there were meanies who might wanna eat me if I got too close..." Abyaz responded, turning even-wider frightened eyes up at Vinta. "I didn't wanna believe that, but then I heard some of the humans complaining about something like that happening! It's not right - food that talks isn't food! I - I'll be good..." He continued, trailing off a little at the end. holding Vinta's hand a little tighter. He'd forgotten about the meanies... He looked up abruptly when he heard a shout, trying to figure out what was going on. "There's a wobbly green guy over there..." He muttered, noticing that Vinta was already looking in the right direction. "Why can't he keep his arm straight? Is he tired?"

"Uh oh!" Abyaz squeaked, as the stranger toppled over in front of them. He was about to go to try and help, when he recalled what had been told to him just moments ago. Stilling, he turned to look up at his poor-sighted companion, eyes wide with concern, but lit by caution. "What should I do? Do I help him? What'll happen if we leave him?" He asked, fidgeting. Abyaz jumped when an unfamiliar voice spoke out, startled, and whirled to see who had spoken, clutching Vinta's hand for reassurance. "Who're you?" He asked uncertainly, "We dunno, he just fell..." He added, feeling kind of compelled to answer, as a question had been asked. "Were you hiding? Following? Do you know the green wobbly guy? Are - are you a meanie?" He queried, nervousness increasing the rapidity of his breathing. Would Vinta know what to do? He seemed to have been pretty reliable so far, even if he couldn't see so good.

Vinta reached out to place a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder, blinking and looking over when he heard the sound of someone falling and then the sound of a stranger's voice. He moved to carefully step in front of the young mothboy, ready to at least provide time for him to get away should something happen. "I am not sure," he said carefully, blinking before he narrowed his eyes to try to see a bit clearer. Then he gave up on that notion and turned to look in the direction he'd heard the one guy fall. "Abyaz can you see where the green one is? Thanks to the grass I can not really tell where he is since his color blends in a little too well," he murmured. If only they could find some manner of correctional lenses like the humans who had been tending to him kept mentioning. They had been made aware of his vision problems and kept going on about those things called 'glasses' that could help him see better.

"There he is." Abyaz stated simply, pointing. The green stranger seemed to be standing up again, and the moth child viewed him with inquisitive concern. "You okay, green guy? Why'd you fall?" He asked, still nervous, but feeling the need to enquire anyway. His wings fluttered a little with his unease, but he made no move to take off. This stranger didn't seem unfriendly thus far, but he wasn't going to trust him immediately, after Vinta's reminder about meanies. The same went for the spider lady, as he thought of her, whom he suspected of being sneaky. Perhaps if he told them his name, he would seem more like a person to them, and less like a meal? Food didn't get to have names - names meant you knew someone, and knew that they were someone. "I'm Abyaz, who're you?" He asked bluntly, his tone light and slightly shaky. If anyone tried anything, he could scream, but he was certainly no fighter. Did he want to risk the humans coming and getting angry with them? Well, uncertain death or punishment would be better than certain death, wouldn't it? He hoped it wouldn't come to that - he wasn't very good at being decisive.

"Oh..." Abyaz responded, thinking about what the exhausted mutation had stated. "We were gonna go see if there's fruit - that'd help, right?" He added, "Are you good at finding things?" Maybe the guy was tired, but he seemed plenty friendly, and Abyaz was thinking that it would be best if there were more of them who could see looking for food - just in case he missed something. It would be bad to be walking around aimlessly not far from food and not knowing. He reached out tentatively, keeping hold of his butterfly friend, and gave the new guy's hand a gentle shake. "Hello Schlau." He greeted, giving the other a hesitant smile.

After letting go of Schlau's hand, Abyaz turned to regard the spider lady, who seemed kind of irritated for some reason. Maybe she was tired too? He wasn't going to risk asking - he was nervous of her. Still, at least she'd started to speak to them. That meant she was less likely to try to eat them, didn't it. "Hello Zhee." He spoke softly, not wanting to seem as though he'd ignored her - if he didn't know for definite what was bugging her, best to be polite.