It was so incredibly loud here. Taliesin wasn't sure what to make of that, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to stick around to figure it out, either. In fact, the longer he stayed, the more certain he was that he didn't want to stick around. He definitely wanted to leave. There was just one problem with that: he had no idea how to get down the mountain. He'd known just a few minutes ago, on his way up, but between all the noise and the fact that everything looked relatively the same up here, he forgot. Which sucked for him.
Thankfully, he spotted someone after a few minutes of searching around in dismay for a path. Hey! You! Stay there! He yelled, immediately starting to make his way toward the black-furred wolf. If he could just get close enough to see where she'd come from, he could get down on his own. No need to explain his embarrassing predicament to anyone.

Instead of heeding Taliesin's request, the wolf continued forward. Asshole, he thought, lacking the breath to curse her aloud as he hurried forward to catch sight of her path before she got too far ahead. Why couldn't anyone ever make anything easy? He broke into a run, determined not to lose this opportunity to the pettiness of some random bitch. He didn't want to be on this damn mountain anymore.

At a certain point, she stopped and turned around slowly, glaring at him as if the whole thing was his fault. You don't have to be so damn rude, Taliesin huffed, irritated. I just wanted to find a way off this damn mountain. He wanted a nap at this point, too. It's always the pretty ones who act like dicks, he noted, disgusted with the whole thing. He half-hoped she would have something acceptable to say for herself, at least, but part of him knew better than to expect too much.

For a heartbeat, rage reared its ugly head in Taliesin's chest and filled him with an uncharacteristic courage. Only a moment, though. It was gone as quickly as it came, and he found himself faltering in the face of her icy disdain. He swallowed, contemplating his options. Then he sat.

Resentment churned bitterly in his stomach as he watched the dark woman. After a few seconds, though, it started to subside. He hated being made a fool of — but at the same time, part of him just didn't care. Soon he would get what he wanted and be on his way, so what did it matter?
Taliesin, He answered, somewhat intrigued by the woman despite himself. What kind of person felt comfortable casually ordering strangers around? It was fascinating, in an odd way.

Wait, what the hell? Why was she being such a bitch? Taliesin blinked incredulously, certain that he'd stepped into a different world. Through the wardrobe and into The Lion, the Witch, and the Audacity of This Bitch. Seriously, who did she think she was?
He couldn't bring himself to say any of those things, of course. Instead he glared at her and generally acted like a sullen child as he did exactly as he was told. He didn't dare say a word.

As they walked, Taliesin thought of several questions he might ask of the woman. Her name, for a start. Then maybe what had happened to make her so demanding. Or maybe he would try to be sneaky about it and start by asking about her interests or something dull, and eventually she'd trust him enough to reveal her entire life story which held some secret reason why she was being such a frigid bitch.
Just as he was realizing that one meeting likely wouldn't be long enough for all of that, she spoke. Questioned him. He shrugged. Not like I have anything better to do, It was a harmless enough answer, he figured, so he gave it freely.

Well, that was a switch. He blinked, then looked over to her to gauge her expression — just to be certain she wasn't mocking him. She looked serious enough. Taliesin considered saying no, but after a moment of contemplation and an internal shrug, he said, Depends on what it is, As if he might actually decline. Ha.

Find something good, she said, as if Taliesin was supposed to know what the hell that meant. And why would he want to do that, anyway? What do I get out of it? He asked instinctively, still feeling a sour tinge to the whole encounter. Taliesin wasn't sure what he liked about the woman, actually. So far he'd only found things to resent about her and her demeanor, but for some reason he didn't hate her. Maybe it was just because she was pretty.

What caught his attention wasn't the promise of a home — it was the mention of druids. He thought for a few moments, then nodded slowly, imagining many things in that moment. No doubt these were powerful wolves, these druids. He'd heard things about druids. That must be why she acted this way... the power she held. Alright, He said, still thinking about all that power. It could be his. He'd just have to find something good enough for this woman. I'll do it.
What should I call you? He said, realizing he'd never been given a name and a little too scared to ask for one now. Names were powerful things. He imagined asking a druid for their name might piss them off, and he didn't want to see a pissed off druid.

Speaker? That was kind of weird. Sounded culty, but druids were like that. Taliesin was more interested in their magic. Go east. Okay. Whatever. If she was a druid, she'd probably know the moment he stepped onto sand. Taliesin wasn't sure whether he'd even be able to find anything good around this dumpy place, but he'd try. All that power...
He licked his lips as he parted ways with The Speaker, imagining what he'd do with magic at his paws. Something amazing, he thought, but didn't have the imagination to think any further than that. Oh well. He'd figure it out when he got there.