04-15-2012, 05:18 PM
He looked down, sniffing at the stone. Tharin decided to give up and move on, turning around when a small noise caught his attention. Turning his jaw dropped. A two legger walking along in the strange place, looking as relaxed, happy, and carefree as one could possibly be. It was as if she belonged there, part of that broken land, the scar that had formed. His hackles partly raised, thinking that she had to be just as unnatural before he caught himself. He was letting the place get the best of him, the confusion at seeing such a thing making him uneasy.
The black female moved to sit down, resting closer to his height. That was better, as it would have been awkward if he had to keep craning his head up to look at her. Hearing her words he looked around, puzzled. There was something pretty here? The idea of beauty being seen in the strange landscape hadn't occurred to him at all, only seeing how strange it was. I'm sorry, what is? He looked around, thinking that maybe there was a stone, or perhaps a flower, that the female was referring to.
The black female moved to sit down, resting closer to his height. That was better, as it would have been awkward if he had to keep craning his head up to look at her. Hearing her words he looked around, puzzled. There was something pretty here? The idea of beauty being seen in the strange landscape hadn't occurred to him at all, only seeing how strange it was. I'm sorry, what is? He looked around, thinking that maybe there was a stone, or perhaps a flower, that the female was referring to.