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Ah, he was right. This was good. Barrett hummed in acknowledgement, and when she guessed his own name, he gave her a firm nod. Angel mentioned Elowyn, then. The young girl who he found himself making conversation and eating with. A fond memory, he thought, and he nodded at that, too. I did. She's a lovely thing, huh? His tone was kind.
He could feel her eyes on him, now. Sizing him up, almost. To this, he would not reply, but rather he said: I've seen yer hides hangin' up in the clearin', and, I gotta say, yer mighty skilled, he wore an approving smile. I was hopin', that, sometime when yer not busy, that you might be in'erested in teachin', and in this, he was rather hopeful. His tail swayed.
No pressure, o'course, he continued. Just, found myself intrigued, is all, he watched her carefully. Didn't want to assume, or offend, in some way, by asking. Just knew that it would be a good skill to have.
One that, for whatever reason, he was incredibly eager to learn.