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I've never been a rich man
And that was how the west was won
And that was how the west was won
Sorellina, sor- sora-leena. Her tongue molded around the word in her mouth. Sorellina, and she was a bear. What was a bear? "Bear? Are all companions... bears?" she asks, for she had not managed to get this far with anyone before. In many ways it was further than she wanted to go, even as the boy-child, no - Murtagh, shrunk back in response to her discomfort. At least she could be reassured he was not forceful or rude. He even seemed a tad confused and in some form it was vaguely endearing, but she knew so little of him it was no more than a passing thought. Murtagh, as he claimed to be, had so much energy it is a wonder he could contain it all. Perhaps he could not, which is why he came off so intrusive at times.
The creature, Sorellina seemed very reluctant to follow her partners orders, and Bathsheba did not blame her. She had not asked to see the bear up close and yet there she was, snuffling gently at Sheba's hooves. Was it a greeting? Was she sizing up her next meal? There was no telling and so the filly stood utterly still, not a muscle moved other than the contraction of her ribs. Murtagh was unconcerned, there was no danger as his smile never once fell from his face. Sheba swallowed and with one ear on the colt, lowered her head ever so slowly, nostrils flaring in anxiety as she breathed. Bear, was a strange scent, foreign and musky, full of fur and leaves, but she could find nothing to worry about. There was no danger here. "Hello.." she took another deep breath "Sorellina, you are... lovely." And she was, Bathsheba was admittedly enchanted with the creature, her hide seemed so soft.
"I am," She hesitated, looking back up at Murtagh and glancing around a moment. "Bathsheba, nice to meet you."
@Murtagh
The creature, Sorellina seemed very reluctant to follow her partners orders, and Bathsheba did not blame her. She had not asked to see the bear up close and yet there she was, snuffling gently at Sheba's hooves. Was it a greeting? Was she sizing up her next meal? There was no telling and so the filly stood utterly still, not a muscle moved other than the contraction of her ribs. Murtagh was unconcerned, there was no danger as his smile never once fell from his face. Sheba swallowed and with one ear on the colt, lowered her head ever so slowly, nostrils flaring in anxiety as she breathed. Bear, was a strange scent, foreign and musky, full of fur and leaves, but she could find nothing to worry about. There was no danger here. "Hello.." she took another deep breath "Sorellina, you are... lovely." And she was, Bathsheba was admittedly enchanted with the creature, her hide seemed so soft.
"I am," She hesitated, looking back up at Murtagh and glancing around a moment. "Bathsheba, nice to meet you."
@Murtagh
