Once again, Gaucho's eyes clouded with the bitter darkness that a lack of education brings. In his own simple way, he was trying to piece together what she was saying - but it simply was not making sense. Can we talk - she had asked. Looking down upon her, the primitive beast tilted his head inquisitively to the side. Gaucho is talk..Soh talk too?" He offered, wondering why she would ask him to speak, when they already were. Could she not hear him? With a hiss, Mara threatened to bite his ear again, for his stupidity. !!!!! He thought, feeling as though he understand what Mara was trying to imply: He must not be talking clearly.
"HALLO" He basically bellowed, opening his dark lips wide to reveal white and shiny teeth, as he overly pronounced the word. "FOR-" He began, quickly dipping his bulky head to the ground (and nearly hitting hers in the process), to grip the stem of the rose ever so delicately between his teeth. Raising his head with deliberate carefulness, he rose until his gaze again met hers. "-YOU-" But again, poor Gaucho tried to pronounce the word so that she would understand (as if her failing to understand him was the problem), and in doing so dropped the rose from his teeth. Tumbling 17.2h worth to the ground, the impact caused a petal - one already worn and black - to fall off, revealing a brighter center. Crestfallen, and clearly frustrated, Gaucho's ears tilted back as he dipped his head back towards the ground, picking up the flower with more haste, and much less care than before. However, as he once again raised his head back up, he merely grunted, motioning towards her with his outstretched muzzle.
If snakes could roll their eyes (perhaps they can, although I wouldn't want to be close enough to this one to find out, for she is quite poisonous), Mara slithered down from her antler-perch, her silvery-body resting on his broad nose. Smacking him comically on the snout, she wound her tail loosely around the rose, gently pulling it from his mouth. With a black stare, she turned to Sohalia, extending her tail out towards the white mare, holding the flower with more dexterity than Gaucho ever could.
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[P] 2 bottles of whiskey for the way [Soh]
