[While Myr's enthusiasm may too-often outrun his good sense, it's neither so dogged or fleet as a faun's sense for danger. From whence his sudden, growing feeling of discomfort comes--warning of a brewing storm, a leg-breaking hole, a predator-concealing meadow--he cannot immediately pin, and that worries him... But does not wholly check his momentum.
The steady, all's-well sway of his tail's ceased, though, as he circles round the table to pull a chair out for his Bonded. (More a gesture of chivalry than necessity; he bubbles over with gestures at this time of month.)]
They're a kind of great fox, I'm told, with more than one tail. They've got odd stories--different ones--than what they've got here in Aefenglom, about Talam and how the moons came to be.
[There's more, of course; there's always more, but that same feeling of unease slows his chattering and compels him to linger until L's seated, so he can rest a hand on his witch's back for the sheer comfort contact brings.]
They'll be too busy with the fair, I expect, to talk much--but I'd much like to speak to one still, if there's a chance.
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The steady, all's-well sway of his tail's ceased, though, as he circles round the table to pull a chair out for his Bonded. (More a gesture of chivalry than necessity; he bubbles over with gestures at this time of month.)]
They're a kind of great fox, I'm told, with more than one tail. They've got odd stories--different ones--than what they've got here in Aefenglom, about Talam and how the moons came to be.
[There's more, of course; there's always more, but that same feeling of unease slows his chattering and compels him to linger until L's seated, so he can rest a hand on his witch's back for the sheer comfort contact brings.]
They'll be too busy with the fair, I expect, to talk much--but I'd much like to speak to one still, if there's a chance.