FOX
Having begun his break on edge, expecting some deranged Ascended to burst, half smouldering, from the beds of flowers all around, by the time Morgen and his herd even comes into view, Fox has relaxed considerably. Indeed, one might arguably say that he's also thinking about what to have for lunch as he watches the herd of unicorns amble closer, and it's with a soft blink of his eyes that he realises he's never seen one of the mythical creatures, let alone so many in one place.
"Hey," he rumbles in response, resisting the urge to say something more along the lines of howdy, because he'd want to punch himself in the face for doing it. "Yes and no, I suppose?" he replies as to being lost. "I'm looking for something. Or someone, I should say." Reaching up to rub at the back of his neck (there isn't a drop of sweat on him, naturally), it's with a flick of a leathery tail that he shifts to hop down off his boulder.
"Are all these yours?" he wonders, nodding at the unicorns.
"Hey," he rumbles in response, resisting the urge to say something more along the lines of howdy, because he'd want to punch himself in the face for doing it. "Yes and no, I suppose?" he replies as to being lost. "I'm looking for something. Or someone, I should say." Reaching up to rub at the back of his neck (there isn't a drop of sweat on him, naturally), it's with a flick of a leathery tail that he shifts to hop down off his boulder.
"Are all these yours?" he wonders, nodding at the unicorns.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
