Fairspell Meadow Spurs

oh Amalia. By the way i love him, he's such a fun charie.

Amalia had not seen much before her travels. She had been from the forest of deepest hue, had traversed mountains to get here, but nothing of what his voice carried and described. She frowned perhaps it was her loss, she wanted to see one now, just to say she had.

She wrinkled her nose at his words. "Big ole balls of prickly sticks? So like the prickers that the forest get? They get all tangled in your fur you get through a patch of the little devils?"

She smiled outright at his wink, he was a saucy devil and his next words drew her pause, she was uncertain exactly what he wanted. A hunt? To travel with her?

"I like knowledge gathering, we should always strive to learn something, no? You mean to travel with me for a time? Or hunt? I am unsure it is exactly what you're asking."