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If snakes could smile (and maybe they can) Mara would have been. As Lythy hopped into the air, the snake looked decidedly amused. Her forked tongue tasted the air - flickering out towards the small bird, as if sampling a meal. Her tail wrapped tightly around Gaucho's antlers, as if meaning to lash out towards the bird, should it come close enough. Were Gaucho not so intently focused on the Shaman, he might mentally have reprimanded his companion, but alas, multi-tasking was not his strong suit, and Mara was well aware of this.
A smile broke across Gaucho's serious expression, as Onni agreed to help. Briefly, he had tried to speculate what he would do, should the shaman turn his request down. It had been difficult for his mind to formulate, since so many of his assumptions relied on his physical strength. Surely he could make her, the way he could take a prisoner by force? Of course, we all can realize how utterly stupid this is, but unfortunately Gaucho could not. He knew Onni was not a mare without battle experience, and yet nevertheless his simple mind could not overcome the odds that were clearly in his favour, physically. It never occurred to him that Onni was not the type who could be bullied - either physically or mentally.
But luckily, Onni has agreed to help, and it won't have to come to all that.
What do I need to do? Gaucho's look darkened with confusion, and his antlered skull shook slightly. "No, Onni" he corrected almost kindly, as if she were some small child, getting her grammar wrong, or forgetting which fork to use. "What do Gaucho do? How do...how to pree-chhh?" He further clarified, his expression once again returning to one of hope, after hopefully having made his meaning clearer.
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