He could've sat and stared at her all day, if given the opportunity. His life was so depressing monotonous, and then -- as though sent from some strange world -- this girl stood before him, so beautiful and interesting and strange, entirely unlike anything he'd seen before.
She seemed interested in talking to him. Why, he had no idea. His brows would furrow, a slightly puzzled looking crossing his youthful features as she spoke again. "Faria," he'd repeat her name, ingraining it in his memory, knowing he wouldn't forget it now -- especially now that he'd said it aloud. With wariness still, he'd take a few more slow steps forward, his paws quiet as he moved along the sandy shoreline. So she lived with her brother and sister -- they sounded like wanderers.
"No," he'd answer quickly. He knew he had to leave these lands soon, though where he would go, he wasn't sure. He didn't want to return to the coast where his parents lay dead, though he didn't know of he was ready to face his siblings just yet. "I guess it's less populated than further north." With his muzzle, he'd gesture to the long sand bridge that he'd once crossed, seasons ago, to get here. It was much less inhabited here, if that was the sort of thing that interested her. "It's alright though." Steel didn't quite know what made one land qualitatively more interesting than anything, but he figured Faria had likely experienced a lot more than he in terms of adventuring, especially if she didn't have one particular home, as she'd said. "Are you going down south?"
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