Vynter
It was as if Vynter was doing all the right things to set this man off. When the man jerked back his offered moss fell to the floor, laying forgotten as the boy was focused on other present things. He didn't expect such a reaction from him, who lashed out and scolded him like a puppy. All Vynter could do was stare up at him with his intense eyes curiously, before bringing his hand back to rest upon his knee. Don't touch. Got it. Hands to yourself... is that what his hooves were called now? Taking a moment to stare at said hoof/hand he blinked, before suddenly focused on the moss again.
Slowly, so as not to set off his company again, he reached for it, cradling the pieces in his palm before standing. Looking around at the ground around him he began to place the pieces back where he found them, even going so far as to hiding them among the grasses so one would have to actively look to get them. Once his task was completed he looked back at the shorter one, head tilted as he studied what he was wearing. He would need something like that to likely keep warm, but where could he find it? Did this person make them himself, or obtained them by doing something? If he wanted answers he'd likely have to ask.
"What're you wearing?" that got to the point didn't it? Maybe he should be more clear so as to avoid confusion,"I need to find some." He wasn't used to talking this much, in this weird new language he suddenly seemed to know. Everything was so foreign from his previous form, previous life? But he found that despite the struggles he was beginning to enjoy this adventure. If only Fenyx were here with him to experience it. Something pinged in his chest at the thought of his twin, who he hadn't seen for years now. It was as if after Father died, she did too, disappearing into the abyss where Vynter couldn't find her. The thought made him sad, but he wouldn't focus on that now, he needed to worry about getting something to wear.
Slowly, so as not to set off his company again, he reached for it, cradling the pieces in his palm before standing. Looking around at the ground around him he began to place the pieces back where he found them, even going so far as to hiding them among the grasses so one would have to actively look to get them. Once his task was completed he looked back at the shorter one, head tilted as he studied what he was wearing. He would need something like that to likely keep warm, but where could he find it? Did this person make them himself, or obtained them by doing something? If he wanted answers he'd likely have to ask.
"What're you wearing?" that got to the point didn't it? Maybe he should be more clear so as to avoid confusion,"I need to find some." He wasn't used to talking this much, in this weird new language he suddenly seemed to know. Everything was so foreign from his previous form, previous life? But he found that despite the struggles he was beginning to enjoy this adventure. If only Fenyx were here with him to experience it. Something pinged in his chest at the thought of his twin, who he hadn't seen for years now. It was as if after Father died, she did too, disappearing into the abyss where Vynter couldn't find her. The thought made him sad, but he wouldn't focus on that now, he needed to worry about getting something to wear.
