Nothing Feared More.

The brown pelted brute was thankfully pulled from his deep train of thought, as he didn't quiet like it when he was allowed to wander deep into the confines of his own mind, by this new comer. Looking up when her scent reached his nostrils, Newol caught her approaching him from the top of the wall. And she carried with her a certain... charisma, that caught his eye. Setting up straight, his ears stood straight up as a very handsome and welcoming smile came to his face. As she came into better view where he could better see the details of her figure, he had to admit to himself that he liked what he saw. As she approached, he did nothing and said nothing, merely allowed her the first move. He wasn't sure if that was a sign of courtesy or simply do to his tired state. Ether way, a potential new friend always stirred up the gentlemen in him.

When she reached him and addressed him, with a smooth voice at that, his lips parted in a very welcoming smile. He offered a slight bow of his head in greeting to her before saying in a young adult's voice that he sometimes struggled to believe was his now, "Why of course. I'd love to share the morning like with an attractive stranger such as yourself." He mused his words in a very friendly and polite manor.

It was funny. Newol had believed once that he'd never grow up. And yet here and now he could feel maturity digging it's way into the edges of his being. But fortunately for the world, the high pedigree male had somewhere along the lines lost that fact within himself and was truly at heart another desert brat. So he didn't have to grow up all the way if he didn't have to. "Out for a morning stroll, friend?" He questioned in an attempt to start conversation.