Blackfoot Forest take heart, arise, he is calling for you

goober, she mimicked, tasting the name and finding it odd upon her tongue. i am hosannah. she gave a small nod, then concluded that the darkness would obscure her; how foolish of her. she touched upon him again, nosing at his body with her snout for her own comfort. she wondered what he looked like - what he was doing here - but perhaps they were both here by the will of raas. perhaps they were meant to meet within the darkness. goober, sir, can i ask... what do you look like? she felt embarrassed and her tone reflected that, sounding coy and a little giddy. may as well make a game of it.