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Daine can hardly resist any animal, let alone an adorable bunny. "Hullo," she says, dropping into a crouch so as to be closer to the little creature's level.

[Tiny E. Aster hops closer and grins at the young woman.]

G'Day miss.

[... That's not the sort of speech she was expecting. Most of the People talk to her in her mind, not aloud. Still, a rabbit's a rabbit, and she's predisposed to like them.]

You're not like most animals, if you don't mind my saying. [Sitting down, she raises an eyebrow at him.] Are you some sort of mage in disguise?

Hm.

[Jake circles the small (and very cute) bunny]

Are you lost, young one?

More like a bit stuck.

[The bunny's speech is accented and sounds much bigger than what should be coming out of the tiny mouth.]

[Aster snort., which just comes out as a tiny cute breath. He sits up as best he can on his hind legs so he can look her in the eye.]

No...I'm older than most mages....I'm just me, E. Aster Bunnymund.

I'm Daine. [And she's never heard of this Bunnymund before. Maybe he's one of the rabbit gods? Only he's too titchy for her to tell if his claws are silver or not.]

Are you a god, then? One of the first rabbits?

[He nods that's the best way to describe a Pooka if he ever heard one.]

I'm a Pooka which isn't a god exactly...more like a planet creator.

[He's awfully tiny and cute for a planet creator, but looks can be deceiving, she supposes.]

Never heard of a Pooka before. [Daine rests her chin on her hands.] And I thought the planets were created by Father Universe and Mother Flame.

[Bunny grins, if only she knew he was actually six feet tall, but sometimes it''s fun to go hopping around in his cuter form...it certainly turns his fellow Guardians into cooing mushballs.]

Only one left....and we let you lot think that...easier than tryin' to explain that most planets were made by six foot tall rabbits isn't it?

[Normally, she'd take issue with the denial of her gods, or feel a bit sorry for him being the last of his kind, but instead, she seizes upon the most notable discrepancy.]

... Six feet tall?

[Bunny grins and hops back a few feet easily growing to his normal size bracelets and leather straps back in place though he doesn't have his boomerangs with him. He bows respectfully to the young woman.]

Six feet and a bit as a friend says but some Pooka's could get taller.

[Daine scrambles to her feet, startled by the sudden change in size. All right, she still doesn't know what a Pooka is, really, but this is obviously a powerful immortal of some sort. Even though she's in breeches, she manages a respectable little curtsy in response to his bow.]

Pardon me for doubting you. Do you know the Badger? [Because if he's all but a god, he probably knows the other animal gods, right?]

I know of him...didn't really have much of a hand in your race...was a bit busy with a few others at the time.

Tangee looks back down, and then reaches to see if petting is allowed. "Hi, bunny. Are you lost?"

Bunnymund allows the petting because his ears need scratching nothing else and if his foot is thumping on the ground hey he can't help that. "Sort of mate."

Tangee looks around for the person watching her. "Crash! I found a lost bunny!"

The auburn-haired boy that responds to this looks about 11 years old, and a lot more human than the little Twi'lek girl. Looks can be deceiving, though. He looks down at this with an expression that says he'll find it hard to possibly have to give Tangee the 'you can't keep it' speech. Especially when he's prone to taking home stray fluffy things himself. "How do you know it's lost?"

"Cause he told me so," says Tangee.

Stuck? [Jake tilts his head, looking to see what the bunny could be stuck in.] Do you need some help?

(Metody considers the rabbit for a long moment, then offers it the other half of his peach)

[Bunny hops closer and takes the fruit in his paws nibblining at it happily. Getting lost is hungry work.]

"I did," Bunny chimes in, "and I am got a bit turned around in my Warren and then popped up some place I don't recognize, figured I'd better stop before I got so lost I couldn't even find the North Pole."

(Metody frowns, then pulls a battered metal canteen from his messenger bag. It's big enough to hold a whole pot of tea, but what he pours into the aluminum cup that doubles as an outer lid is water. Which tastes distinctly of mint tea, but still, water. He sets it down for the rabbit.)

[Bunny nods.]

Having a bit of a problem changing back to my normal size? Any kids around here?

[Bunny finishes the food and hops to the water lapping it up gratefully. He then looks up and smiles.]

Thanks mate didn't realize I was lettin' my body get run down.

Of course you talk.

- I'm sorry, that was rude. I'm Metody. What's your name?