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04-28-2016, 08:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-28-2016, 08:26 AM by Albrecht.
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“Alright,” He answers mildly, cocking his head to examine the ‘Griffin’ more closely, or what little of her is visible among the pile of magically woven blankets. A little crest of rosy feathers rises along the top of her head as Johnny speaks, mimicking the way the stallions ears would cup forward when they’re listening to something with interest. Albrecht takes a curious step forward, reaching out his nose to snuff at the creature. He’s seen a few companions before, animals of all shapes and sizes that are somehow irrevocably bound to their partners (even natural predators, interestingly), but they usually seem so distant and unfriendly when anyone else is near, or maybe they only act that way toward him specifically. He does tend to have that effect.
Questions string together in his mind, following and building off one another - What makes them different from regular animals? Are they magic? How do they bond with someone? Why do they bond? Where do they come from? - But instead of bombarding the Weaver with what might seem like genuinely stupid questions to someone more familiar with Helovia than he, he settles on just one inquiry to get the ball rolling. “Where do companions come from?” He’s fairly certain the Peppermint Pony will rattle off an entire dissertation on the subject anyway. The only thing bigger than the guys flamboyant presence is his mouth after all, so he doubts he'll need more prompting than that and settles in for a long explanation. It's not like the old bastard has anything better to do with everyone still in a hissy about the herd meeting. Might as well learn something new and possibly useful.
OOC// @Johnny
Questions string together in his mind, following and building off one another - What makes them different from regular animals? Are they magic? How do they bond with someone? Why do they bond? Where do they come from? - But instead of bombarding the Weaver with what might seem like genuinely stupid questions to someone more familiar with Helovia than he, he settles on just one inquiry to get the ball rolling. “Where do companions come from?” He’s fairly certain the Peppermint Pony will rattle off an entire dissertation on the subject anyway. The only thing bigger than the guys flamboyant presence is his mouth after all, so he doubts he'll need more prompting than that and settles in for a long explanation. It's not like the old bastard has anything better to do with everyone still in a hissy about the herd meeting. Might as well learn something new and possibly useful.
OOC// @Johnny
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