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SKILL : --- ( 2 / 5 )
Patiently, he remained rooted to his spot as he waited for whomever would answer his call. He briefly wondered if anyone would do so at all, given he hadn't requested audience with anyone before, but this was as close as he could get to knocking upon a door, was it not?
Surely someone would answer - and they did.
A streaked figure materialized and Conor's ears cupped forward, his frame straightening self-consciously from the relaxed slouch he had settled into over the course of his wait. His tail waved amicably behind his haunches as the girl drew near, his countenance marked with a polite smile.
She spoke, introducing herself as a sovereign - of the forest, he presumed. In recognition of what he understood was likely a title worthy of respect, he bowed his head briefly; it seemed like the right thing to do, all things considered.
When his frame righted once more, he met her gaze evenly - in acknowledgement rather than challenge.
He motioned toward the emergence of red foliage over their heads with a short tip of his muzzle.
He realized his request might be strange; most did not wish to open their homes to strangers, and he suspected they might be even less inclined to do so in a land of beasts. Conor's tail offered another hopeful wag, hazel eyes benign, if a tinge pleading.
Surely someone would answer - and they did.
A streaked figure materialized and Conor's ears cupped forward, his frame straightening self-consciously from the relaxed slouch he had settled into over the course of his wait. His tail waved amicably behind his haunches as the girl drew near, his countenance marked with a polite smile.
She spoke, introducing herself as a sovereign - of the forest, he presumed. In recognition of what he understood was likely a title worthy of respect, he bowed his head briefly; it seemed like the right thing to do, all things considered.
When his frame righted once more, he met her gaze evenly - in acknowledgement rather than challenge.
Hullo, Raisa,Conor greeted her, the curve of his lips deepening a hair.
I hope I have nae disturbed ye - yer forest caught my eye.
He motioned toward the emergence of red foliage over their heads with a short tip of his muzzle.
Reminds me o' my home - have nae seen anything like it since I got here,the faun elaborated.
I dinnae ken much about fate an' all that, but I hoped tae visit with ye, if it is no trouble.
He realized his request might be strange; most did not wish to open their homes to strangers, and he suspected they might be even less inclined to do so in a land of beasts. Conor's tail offered another hopeful wag, hazel eyes benign, if a tinge pleading.
![[Image: ConorFB1.png]](http://magatia.net/x/ConorFB1.png)
Conor does not have antlers attached