The little gourd makes an odd hissing, growling noise and Harper wrinkles his noise and makes a guttural imitation of the noise right back. Unashamed of being considered childish, too entranced by this magical little creature. One whose name he finally is rewarded with as Melita scoops him up into her arms. His face falls at the idea of killing the murderous little cretin that he is already so fond of. "That sounds horrible," he admits softly. Murder is something his mentor has always forbidden, any kind of taking of life no matter if it's a person or an animal. Unless your own is on the line, another way should always try to be found. Many have called him weak for such thinking, but even imagining Fangorn not existing due to someone carelessly and cruelly smashing him apart makes his heart sink. "Well then he's very lucky. It's a pleasure to meet you Fangorn." He would extend his hand teasingly, but the gourd would likely nibble on his fingers - or worse. "I won't keep the pair of you long if you have elsewhere to be. But thank you for entertaining me, it was a good exercise." Warm smile is aimed back at Melita, sad to say goodbye already but aware neither of them had necessarily planned for this little diversion in their day.
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