Moonspear Story telling

He was wide-eyed and all ears to the answer he received. He was a little alarmed at his generosity for just coming here and looking to share a story, and he couldn't quite see the harm in it so far--it sounded pretty pleasant to him, even if this guy was completely out of nowhere to him. Usually the situations he asked about involved some kind of negative outcome, like trespassers and useless loners looking to mooch. His lessons hadn't really included what to do with a random storyteller from a place he'd never even heard about, so he'd go with his gut--and it said why not hear a story? As long as they stayed here, and Jarilo continued to not find a reason to not feel alright with it.

"Uh. Yeah, sure. What kind do you got?" he asked, trying to find a conversational tone for I know what I'm doing along the way as he stood with his dark paws squared--all official. He had heard some pretty good ones from either parent, and even Wraen, so Jarilo had standards. Since he couldn't help himself from more questions before he really even had answers: "Is that.. what you do? Go around and sprinkle stories?"