Ireth
Mythic Scribe
Cadell
I can't help but grin as Batos rubs my head with his paw, further mussing my already imperfect hair. When he howls another tune, I fall silent, my mouth dropping open. I haven't heard that song in almost a hundred years... How could he know it? Keit couldn't have taught him, could she?
I look at the sleeping elf-child, then back to her wolf, my gaze contemplative. Something is very strange here. "It seems there's more to you than meets the eye. Perhaps both of you."
I feel very odd, talking to a wolf. Still, it seems he can understand a lot. But it's not as if he can talk back, not in a language I understand. Music can only portray so much without lyrics.
I can't help but grin as Batos rubs my head with his paw, further mussing my already imperfect hair. When he howls another tune, I fall silent, my mouth dropping open. I haven't heard that song in almost a hundred years... How could he know it? Keit couldn't have taught him, could she?
I look at the sleeping elf-child, then back to her wolf, my gaze contemplative. Something is very strange here. "It seems there's more to you than meets the eye. Perhaps both of you."
I feel very odd, talking to a wolf. Still, it seems he can understand a lot. But it's not as if he can talk back, not in a language I understand. Music can only portray so much without lyrics.
Grandmaster
Valar Lord