[In the pause Alloran twists one of his hooves against the green grass, taking some of it up. Hm. Silica heavy and a little tough, but not bad.]

<The sky marked it, but I expect that was because there were three species involved in creating it, each envisioning a very different sky. And I certainly hope it was a 'bubble'. I feel that the whole experience was some time ago, and... Regardless.>

[He sighs - without vocal chords it's barely audible, much more of a visual gesture as his furry sides swell and subside. Alloran's memories are mostly about that incident, which he vaguely thinks didn't end well, and about morphing, and he's pretty sure there were some alien monsters he encountered after said incident, and trying to figure it out is giving him a headache.]

<So I take it that this is a bounded area that people can't leave.>