Gawen shouldn't be playing with fate, he really, really shouldn't, but the medic inside him reared its ugly, foul-mouthed head and he puffed up like a tiny angry bird and the words just went spitting right off his tongue. "That's not true! There's...there's winter savory, and snowdrops, a-and aconite!" his little voice cried, not knowing what point he was really trying to prove but needing to prove it anyways. He didn't want to feel foolish for heading all the way out of the Edge just to find something that didn't grow within the herdland to bring back for Maude. He wasn't wrong!
But whatever fate was going to befall him was stayed by the sudden blooming of an almost maniacal grin, and Gawen faltered, not sure how to respond to this kind of smile. It was almost as terrifying as the previous looming, but he didn't know why. He'd certainly never seen anyone smile in a way that wasn't positive, after all, but his instincts told him "definitely not good". It was an internal war that probably showed all too well on his expressive face.
But he couldn't just ignore the fact that the stallion was offering some sort of weird help, okay, Gawen was desperate! Even if that meant taking advice from mass murderers. He wanted to impress Maude! And Tilney too, but that seemed to have escaped the stallion's notice.
Gawen nonetheless smiled brightly and nodded his head. He wasn't sure why he'd said "ladies" in such a way, but...Gawen sure wanted to impress people so why not! And finally he had a name. Not that mass murderers couldn't have names of course, but it made them likable. Likable mass murderers were much easier to deal with, in Gawen's opinion. He could accept that.
"I'm Gawen! And yes! Can you teach me?" Hopeful, studious blue eyes stared up pleadingly, awaiting knowledge like a dried out sponge. He wouldn't even know what hit him, honestly.
GAWEN
The sun is filling up the room,
And I can hear you dreaming.
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