Mavolus rose and walked slowly with the rest of the Zinogre. His wounds still hurt, and his hind leg had to go without a splint for now. At least his bleeding had stopped, and he wasn't so weak. Several squalls were crowding close to him. They seemed to like his body's light and feeling his hide, which, to their surprise, was increbly soft and silky despite it's appearance. The ones who didn't didn't walk near him kept giving him glances. It seemed that most of them had ever heard of a Lumiostal, and even those who had have never seen one. He was embarrassed by all the attention, but kinda like it, his light pink and green.