She's immediately met with the sounds of countless ants screeching, beeping, trilling, and an array of different noises.

She's shocked, wincing. "Wow. Tiny does it so much cuter." She said, walking forward and looking around.

Eventually, she finds him. Unlike the others, he's sitting calmly and silently, his eyes closed and his wings curled downwards.


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She walks up until she's maybe six feet away. 'Woah...he's seems so much more controlled than the others. Less panicked.'

All the others are making loud sounds, clawing violently at the bars of their cages or throwing themselves against the doors locking them in. Javara, however, is calmly sitting in a corner, not doing anything.

She puts a hand to the bars, watching him. She wondered if he knew she was there or not.

He seems to be resting. Maybe sleeping.

She sat by the bars, resting her back to them and being careful with her wings.

The ants continue to claw at the bars. They're all warm colors, though Javara is notably the only mottled black and yellow one.

She watches them, feeling a little bad for them. But they where on the wrong side, if they changed then maybe they could find a way to have a second chance.