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Charisma was something that Harlowe might never master—while he retained the general cuteness of puppyhood, adults would sometimes comment on his quietness and how unearthly it was. He would show them, though—he had actually talked to Cerridwyn and Larkspur, and now this Delwyn, too! Wait until Mother heard, she'd be so proud. He had moved up in the world, and technically, he was an adult rank now. Nothing felt different, though—Harlowe was nervous that he would not be able to perform his duties to capability as an adult. He still felt like a puppy most of the time. His jade-colored eyes followed the young man's gaze toward the flowers, and they widened in surprise as the other man admitted he'd been eating them. “You ate them?” he asked, frowning a little bit. “Mother says those are flowers, but she didn't say they were good to eat,” he said, as if that explained all the reason he needed not to eat them. Mother hadn't said he should, so he ought not to.
The other youngster motored about another topic, a waterfall. Harlowe's ears pricked at this; he wasn't especially fond of water, but he wasn't fearful of it, either. It sounded pretty interesting—almost like it was raining all the time. “A waterfall? Can we go see it?” he asked, standing up rather suddenly. The thought had inspired him, and he was imagining peering down from the top of it over all of the land—maybe if it was deep enough at the bottom and the cliff above was short enough they could jump off into the water, too. As the other canine continued, Harlowe tilted his head, confused. Every hero needed a villain—how could Delwyn be a hero unless he had someone to fight against? “Well... if you're going to be a hero and I'm going to be a hero, who will be the villain?” he asked, curious to know how that would work—maybe he could be the villain, and Delwyn could be the hero! When they got bored, maybe they could switch. Harlowe was pleased with the smoothness of this meeting; there was no anxiety in him anymore. It wasn't scary talking to another puppy—it was vaguely similar to his siblings, actually, and the young man was never afraid of them.
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