Good First Impressions

N/A · 05-03-2013, 05:59 PM

He wondered if she would come in. He knew more than a few Seracians that weren't comfortable going inside the buildings. A third of the barn had fallen in before the pack settled, and the shed often creaked when the wind blew, but so far Maverick had not let any of that bother him in the slightest. As he stood in the darkness - allowing his eyes to adjust - he would smile as she slithered in behind him. He moved to give her a bit more room. Her expression made him smile. She would inquire about the machines and Maverick chuckled slightly. "We're not really sure, but my father was told stories by an old wolf one time about two legged creatures that built stuff like this. The wolf said they were called humans, we figure that this stuff was left behind when they died out." He craned his bodice forward, slipping between two pieces of machinery. Scaling the side of a yellowed one expertly, the Prince would emerge on top of it, resting his rump in the seat. "They are harmless as long as you watch out for the pointy bits." With a light grunt the boy leaped down from his pedestal and back onto the dirt floor, returning to her side once more. "This is my favorite place to explore. It goes back about twenty five feet from here." He wasn't sure she'd care about that bit of information, but the boy gave it anyway.

"Let's see... I know what I can show you next." With that he would slip back through the doorway and into the sunlight. Blinking to adjust his eyes to the ample amounts of light, Maverick would wait a moment for her to exit the shed. When he was confident she was with him once more, the Prince set off again at a casual pace. He would edge around the side of the shed and stop in its shadow. "That over there is the cropland. We assume that's where the humans grew their food. According to stories, they ate both plants and meat." Muzzle pointed to the now wild cropland, which was gnarled in places and bare in others. Tall crops grew in the far reaches of the land, and the shorter ones grew more inland. The plants were only planted on every other row, but the empty rows between had since become weed-ridden. He would give it a last fond look before turning back to Tahlia. "Sorry if I'm moving too fast, I tend to be a bit of a wanderer by nature." He would say as lime eyes sought to meet hers.

"speeeeech"

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