Wechuge was not the type to wander out much, but he had to admit, he was curious about where Banshee was going. He and his sister were inseperable - almost always attached at the hip, causing their own ruckus. He followed Banshee, at first silently as she wandered out of Tarben, more curious as to where she was going. But once his black body left the border, he felt a tug, and could only imagine that's what his sister felt too. He asked, but did not quite catch a response, if the lass even had, or perhaps she was in too much of a trance, too much on a mission. The duo soon had reached Wildflower fields, where he stuck out like a sore thumb, mainly because of his pitch and dark red appearance. Many females were there, looking at these odd glowing flowers, his sister included. But when Wechuge's eyes found Syrax, a familiar face, he prodded over and sat next to him. The starry dracarae boy was too pure for the world, and Wechuge wished he had some of that purity.