The pony offers his condolences, and Slaiter's brow furrows in confusion, tail lightly flicking as he wonders why. Was Wilibald sorry that the ghoul had an undead father? He doesn't think anyone has tried to comfort him because of this. Looked horrified, yes, or a few individuals had found it intriguing, but this? It is baffling, but the boy decides to put it aside, chalking it up to some quirk of the land his companion came from. The man does seem rather cordial, and has definitely proved that he has good manners, so perhaps he just hadn't known quite what to say but was attempting to be polite anyway. Slaiter often does the same thing, and he's actually glad to see that others have the same problem. Maybe Ryvegyr and Wilibald's home were close to each other, he thinks, for that would explain the seemingly similar customs.
Speaking of, the pony is actually asking about Ryvegyr, and Slaiter is more than willing to respond. "Yes. Many seasons travel past the mountains and through the Forest of Night." Curious, he asks a question of his own. "What land are you from?" The ghoul wonders if he'll have heard of it, or maybe even been there. He's traveled a lot, after all, though he doesn't remember a land full of ponies. He did pass through a place full of giants once, the horses standing at least eighteen hands, but he doubts that his companion had lived near there. The giants, he recalls, were not very nice.
His ear flicks as he hears the crunch of hooves in snow, and a quick glance shows him Wilibald coming closer, and then doing some digging of his own. So, he was right in seeking out the buried grass then. Another question follows, and the unicorn mulls over it for a moment before replying. "The moss in the Glowing Room is nice. Sweet." A smile crosses his face then, and he steps away from the small patch he has just uncovered, using a quick head gesture to offer it to the smaller horse.
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