The Expedition [Open]
Jun 8, 2016 11:03:28 GMT -6
Post by Daryl Blemir on Jun 8, 2016 11:03:28 GMT -6
Daryl ceased to pet Yule as the conversation continues. The act of petting and being petted was an act of trust and, at times, affection. Yule has given Daryl his trust but he have only just met the Sawsbuck it would be a bit to fast and forward to continue petting. At least on Daryl's part.
"Unova? ...Yes I think I've heard that to be one of the outsider's land. As for my antlers..." Daryl pause to take one of the vines off his antlers before tossing it aside and comb his hand through his neck fur. A couple of tuff of fur came out of the ruff in his long fingers and without a second thought Daryl tucked the shredded fur into a small pouch by his side. "My herd migrates through the islands and we adapt to our surroundings to be more comfortable. I am, how do you say, having a slow day."
Daryl continues to comb through his fur in an almost sage-like manner as the conversation carried on, tucking any shedding fur away as well. Daryl was impressed and surprised to learn that the little Lexi has been to all of the islands. Even Daryl's herd haven't been to all of them. There was just some environment that even they could not handle well. Yet still the Sawsbuck gijinka appeared calm and composed combing his fur. Under the rapid questioning from Lexi, Daryl murmured quietly to himself.
"...flora, floral?" Before a bright look shone in his eyes as it became clear to Daryl. "Ah, are you a kind of druid as well, Miss. Lucy? I've study medicinal herds and flowers myself from my mentor. Although I do hope you are not going to build one of your large buildings here, as well." Daryl look over to Lexi sharing her concern. "At the very least, not so far into the jungle."
"Unova? ...Yes I think I've heard that to be one of the outsider's land. As for my antlers..." Daryl pause to take one of the vines off his antlers before tossing it aside and comb his hand through his neck fur. A couple of tuff of fur came out of the ruff in his long fingers and without a second thought Daryl tucked the shredded fur into a small pouch by his side. "My herd migrates through the islands and we adapt to our surroundings to be more comfortable. I am, how do you say, having a slow day."
Daryl continues to comb through his fur in an almost sage-like manner as the conversation carried on, tucking any shedding fur away as well. Daryl was impressed and surprised to learn that the little Lexi has been to all of the islands. Even Daryl's herd haven't been to all of them. There was just some environment that even they could not handle well. Yet still the Sawsbuck gijinka appeared calm and composed combing his fur. Under the rapid questioning from Lexi, Daryl murmured quietly to himself.
"...flora, floral?" Before a bright look shone in his eyes as it became clear to Daryl. "Ah, are you a kind of druid as well, Miss. Lucy? I've study medicinal herds and flowers myself from my mentor. Although I do hope you are not going to build one of your large buildings here, as well." Daryl look over to Lexi sharing her concern. "At the very least, not so far into the jungle."