Carry On, Wayward Doofus

*Mithras* · 09-25-2015, 08:35 PM

Mithras realized in a wave of fresh embarrassment that the young thing was talking about his literal fall from the side of the fjord which he'd be hoping to just sweep under the metaphorical rug. His ear's flicked with the unpleasant emotion and he cleared his throat, looking out to the water beyond. "Ah. No, no that was just gravity doing it's job!" He coughed once more and thanked the Gods that she had more questions to follow. She seemed flabbergasted that he would call her strange to look at and he chuckled. "Plain is a matter of perspective. Where I'm from, wolves with mottled blues and greens and purples are as common here as gray and white coats, but if a wolf like you waltzed across our borders we would have stared at you like you were some sort of... Well, I don't even know!" He decided not to tell her that the shamans would probably have ordered her sacrificed as soon as they got over the shock, knowing it wouldn't do much to calm her fears. That just seemed like an unnecessary addition! He might have said more before their conversation was interrupted by a new arrival, one who made his eyes widen. This wolf was friends with a bird? She was much more interesting than she gave herself credit for! "Who's your friend?" he asked with a laugh, pointedly ignoring the part about him being collected.

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