Ellana Lavellan, lovely to meet you, Sam Wilson. I'd figure out a way, but it seems unnecessary if friendly companions are willing to help things along.
( It's nice greeting without keeping a partial eye on what sort of political message would be sent; true enough of this place, even if it weren't a constant thought when it came to dealing with humans, back home or here in a Fox's playing field. Glancing the same direction, she starts moving with a hinted shrug and a smile. )
There are trees, I see leaves, we won't even have to stir up a wind or shake any down. Works for me!
( It's part of the apple orchard still, albeit the far end, where neighbouring trees have started losing their leaves to the shifting seasons evident elsewhere around. Bright oranges, some reds, few yellows, mixing with grasses gone to gold and brown as life went dormant, anticipating winter's following fall.
It's nice, in a cultivated way that reminds her of some human estates she's visited over the years. Less so the forest she'd grown up in, in their varying, wilder ways. Still, the scent of autumn on the air was pleasant, and so far, the company isn't unpleasant.
After reaching the head of this particular path, she offers her right hand. )
Tell me if you care to, Sam, what's the place you're like from? You're familiar with photography, which is a new thing to me here. We made do with portrait painting, regardless of wanting your portrait painted or not back home.
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( It's nice greeting without keeping a partial eye on what sort of political message would be sent; true enough of this place, even if it weren't a constant thought when it came to dealing with humans, back home or here in a Fox's playing field. Glancing the same direction, she starts moving with a hinted shrug and a smile. )
There are trees, I see leaves, we won't even have to stir up a wind or shake any down. Works for me!
( It's part of the apple orchard still, albeit the far end, where neighbouring trees have started losing their leaves to the shifting seasons evident elsewhere around. Bright oranges, some reds, few yellows, mixing with grasses gone to gold and brown as life went dormant, anticipating winter's following fall.
It's nice, in a cultivated way that reminds her of some human estates she's visited over the years. Less so the forest she'd grown up in, in their varying, wilder ways. Still, the scent of autumn on the air was pleasant, and so far, the company isn't unpleasant.
After reaching the head of this particular path, she offers her right hand. )
Tell me if you care to, Sam, what's the place you're like from? You're familiar with photography, which is a new thing to me here. We made do with portrait painting, regardless of wanting your portrait painted or not back home.