Fairspell Meadow Spurs

You are so kind! >w< Amalia is adorable. I want her to tell me stories haha. *w*

 

That’s right, just like those prickers get in the woods. They’ll stick in deep to ya if they get the chance. I think I’ve got me a bald spot from the last of em. One ear swiveled back on his head. Reno wasn’t much for tugging burrs from his coat. It was just something that needed doing. The man’s mama used to tell him that if he wasn’t careful about getting them out, he’d turn into a tumbleweed and the wind would carry him to the next town. 

Amalia seemed curious about the man’s inquiry. Reno paused, wondering if he’d stepped too far - kindness was not an endless pool. The dusty man offered her a small smile, pointed teeth poked from beneath his lip. 

Just some company’s all. I’m a good hunter, though if yer feelin’ peckish. S’pose I just been on my own too long. Could do with some civilized companionship, o’ sorts. Reno’s muzzle clapped shut with a sheepish smirk. He was getting close to rambling. No need to chatter the young girl’s ears off. They looked real nice atop her head.