Two forms trotted in a slow steady pace into the center of the Fields, craning their necks to look this way and that. They both drank in the countryside of their homeland, but they also looked for any signs of activity. Aside from the gentle sighs of the winds over the grasses, the trill of insects and scurry of a small creature here and there, and occasional birdsong... all was so very quiet. There were those they could not sense, of course, but generally there was a sense of other serians about when wandering this close to such a popular place.
After an exchanged look, the green forms slowed easily to a walk. There seemed to be no great need to rush anywhere. Continuing to scan their surroundings, Shamrock and Treasure advanced in a friendly silence and wondered if they were out of luck if they wanted to meet anyone today.

