03-27-2009, 09:27 AM
Maz said a lot of things in answer to Brennt's question, and a lot of the words she used were unknown to him. What he did understand was the statement that one did not eat hands to eat the snack (something which he knew already) and that it this was the best snack to eat, and that she wanted to know whether or not he liked it. He nodded his head, before trying out the name he had picked up from her explanation.
"Mairwanna?" he said slowly, though no more slowly than usual, given his usual slow demeanor. Indeed, he did like it, he liked it a lot, but it hadn't been like he'd expected. He had thought that he would be able to experience the happiness of the snack and the way it made everything taste better like he normally did...Brennt couldn't understand the idea of altering perception. He was happy, but not in a normal way, and things did taste better and even looked better than they had before.
"I like it," he reaffirmed, looking at the red patterns in Maz's fur with new-found interest. "What're those?" he said dully, chuckling briefly at the idea of a swirly wolf. It reminded him of Cwmfen a little, but it was more subtle than the woad paint, and there weren't as many stripes as Cwmfen had. In a way, it was better, too, because he thought it looked natural, and not put on, and his mother had told him that a wolf's natural qualities were always better than fake ones.
"Mairwanna?" he said slowly, though no more slowly than usual, given his usual slow demeanor. Indeed, he did like it, he liked it a lot, but it hadn't been like he'd expected. He had thought that he would be able to experience the happiness of the snack and the way it made everything taste better like he normally did...Brennt couldn't understand the idea of altering perception. He was happy, but not in a normal way, and things did taste better and even looked better than they had before.
"I like it," he reaffirmed, looking at the red patterns in Maz's fur with new-found interest. "What're those?" he said dully, chuckling briefly at the idea of a swirly wolf. It reminded him of Cwmfen a little, but it was more subtle than the woad paint, and there weren't as many stripes as Cwmfen had. In a way, it was better, too, because he thought it looked natural, and not put on, and his mother had told him that a wolf's natural qualities were always better than fake ones.