Luneshale Pass I wonder if I'm being real

Akhtar smiled, eyes slipping half lidded and calm in the interim between Sayf reaching out and plucking a berry to the nose buried in his fur. The words made him chuckle.

I have been known to be, on the occasion. He said with a fanfaric wave of his bannered tail.

Have you ever painted before? He spoke after a moment’s thought of it, his mind a whirl.