Broken Antler Fen Absolute zero

Her answer was so simply stated, yet Tambourine sensed its nuance. There was a story there, possibly a long one. He wouldn't mind hearing it and opened his mouth to ask her if she'd mind elaborating. He knew in his bones that Wraen was a phenomenal storyteller.

But then she said something that made his heart flutter a little, despite turning down his romantic intentions just moments before. Tambourine couldn't help the dopey grin that crossed his face as he looked down at the grass tickling their gray toes (his fewer than hers), then back up into her green eyes. She was such a lovely creature. He couldn't help but muse whether his inability to woo her made her more attractive.

He wouldn't read into it farther, though. She'd made her stance clear and Tambourine would respect it. That said, he suddenly flopped to the ground and stretched out to his full length, forelegs extended out front and hind legs in back. He let out a contented little groan as several of his joints popped audibly.

"I think I have to disagree with your earlier assessment," he said, peering up at Wraen. "Sometimes the grass is greenest right where you are." He winked, then gently batted at her, trying to coax her to join him as he proceeded to roll in the green, green grass.