Most of the moonlings skittered out of view, hiding in the dark leaves of the trees. Their whispers and laughter floating through the trees in a most eary manner. A few over the younger ones floated down, only to materialize behind the cavallion, pulling on her long tail before turning into their mist forms and cackling madly.
Two remained in front of the one who had choosen to speak with them. They were still in their mist forms, but had decided after a few quick nods of their cresent markings came into view...
One slightly ahead of the other. The etheral creature tipped it's head to the side curiously. Being farther from home they seemed to be less daring, less willing to attack. These travellers seemed to have lucked out.. so far anyway.
The other moonling snapped it's mouth shut and made a series of noises at the other. No mood could be decided from the tone, as they always seemed to sound angry, no matter their mood.
(They haven't given over ownership of themselves, and it's a bit tough. I wish you luck! -skitters to reply in Terrace Park-)