Storm Lord

*Meadow* · 07-13-2020, 03:26 PM

Words are a comfort to the small wolf and that is why she speaks so much. They hold such power. Giving meaning to the unknown, putting a face on things once thought scary and even invoking emotions, words have boundless influence. Eagerness also plays a part in why she talks so much and since Meadow is easily excitable, this can lead to her speaking in excess.

The flood that comes out is met with a shake of Goliath’s head and him blinking. A nod follows and the big creature speaks about not wishing to kill her. Oh, from the look of his teeth as he speaks, Goliath appears to be an herbivore. Her own long snout and sharp teeth make Meadow acutely aware that some might consider her to be a predator. While she does eat meat, the small wolf only kills enough to fill her belly and never more. Still, a predator running toward you will shouting they want to watch you could be misunderstood. Yeah… she is really lucky Goliath didn’t kill her. When she tells Resin about this meeting she is definitely leaving that part out.

When Goliath tells her about being a horse or, more specially a stallion, Meadow’s eyes light up with wonder. Questions start to pile up in her mind, threatening to spill out at any moment. Keeping her mouth firmly shut, she nods and listens respectfully as he tells her his title, rank and how he came to be here. With a smile she says, “Wow. A stallion! You are the first stallion I have met. First horse too. It is very impressive that you swam here. I don’t know how far away the Russet Island is but it seems far. You must be very strong.”

Curiosity fills her eyes and rests on her features for a moment before Meadow nods her agreement to his statement and once more begins to speak, “I hope that you find all want and more here! New lands can be scary.” Nodding heartily at the statement, showing she knows just how frightening it can be. Quickly she adds, “But you don’t seem like a stallion who gets worried easily.”

Again, she nods enthusiastically and offers the stallion another smile. The questions that have been stacking up in small wolf finally break their dam and start to spill out. With great fervor, they start to tumble from her lips, “Goliath, how old are you? How long do horses live for? What do you eat? What do you call those?” With the last question she points to where his paws should be. Whatever they are, they are huge and flat. Maybe they help him walk faster or go over difficult terrain easier.

Mouth opens to ask more but she quickly snaps it closed. Something tells her not to confuse the tall horse too quickly. But it might be too late for that.

"Meadow"

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