Wild Berry Meadow lily of the valley

The sunny enthusiasm is catching, even for someone so trained to keep their emotions in check. Megara lets the joy flit over her face before becoming pleasantly impassive once more, eyes wandering over the bushes. Perhaps I will partake, when I am hungry, the Melonii murmurs thoughtfully, licking her chops in idle fashion.

She turns her gaze to the woman, questioning. I suppose this place is new to you, then, she hazards a guess, lifting her muzzle in illustration. Where do you call home? I am quite new to these lands, and short on knowledge. I would love to learn more.

It is different, now. She has no mission, no goal. Her job is to wander and that is that. Any other opportunity that comes along is by chance. For once, her prodding for intelligence is not rooted in something nefarious, but mere curiosity, instead.