10-01-2019, 10:56 PM
When the newcomer looked up at him, Wormwood couldn't help but pause at the sense of amazement that slowly entered her gaze, just openly staring at him and taking in every aspect of his large form, along with the fiery colors that adorned him. Her gaze was so intense that Wormwood almost felt as if he was being inspected, being judged to see if he was good enough for whatever the standards of this odd new stranger were. She seemed vaguely startled and frozen in her amazement, and for a moment Wormwood opened his muzzle to question whether or not she was alright, or if he had said something wrong, but he was interrupted by the sight of her finally tearing her gaze away from him. She seemed to observe more of her surroundings for a moment before she turned her attention back to him, her mouth opening and words finally tumbling out, but they were not the words that he was expecting. They were not introductions, or explanations, or even really questions directed towards him, but rather his own strong and deep voice, the rumble of a lion leaving the much smaller female's mouth and catching him so off guard that he almost stumbled back, his paws displacing a bit of sand as he recoiled. His blue eyes were wide and stunned for a moment, before he finally took a deep breath in, deciding that he had seen stranger things in his life. Hell, he had experienced stranger things in his life than this.
Given the way that Echo was looking at him, it was pretty clear that, despite the fact that she was parroting his own words back at him, she didn't actually really mean them, and meant them as more of a question than the way that his own had been a statement. He hesitated for a moment before rumbling softly, glancing back behind him and wondering if anyone else would come to his aid, "Oh, you... you talk back to people, with their voices...? Uhm, ah, I guess that's not important right now... but yes, this is Tanglewood. We're a group of many that lives together here in the swamp. We protect each other, and live as friends. I'm a member here, a chaser actually, my name is Wormwood." Figuring put rather quickly that none of what he had just said would be too useful to Echo for the purposes of talking back to him, he glanced down awkwardly before clearing his throat, mumbling with a slightly pained chuckle, "This is... weird. I've never talked to anybody before that couldn't talk without somebody else's words to speak... not to say that you're weird! I guess I just... I've never seen anything like this. Hmm... what's your name, and where are you from? Did you get lost, and that's why you ended up washing up here? Like I said, we don't usually get people coming in from the shore... is that where you're from? The sea?' He didn't want to immediately overwhelm Echo with his questions, but at the same time he was sure that the more words he said, the more words Echo would be able to say.
Given the way that Echo was looking at him, it was pretty clear that, despite the fact that she was parroting his own words back at him, she didn't actually really mean them, and meant them as more of a question than the way that his own had been a statement. He hesitated for a moment before rumbling softly, glancing back behind him and wondering if anyone else would come to his aid, "Oh, you... you talk back to people, with their voices...? Uhm, ah, I guess that's not important right now... but yes, this is Tanglewood. We're a group of many that lives together here in the swamp. We protect each other, and live as friends. I'm a member here, a chaser actually, my name is Wormwood." Figuring put rather quickly that none of what he had just said would be too useful to Echo for the purposes of talking back to him, he glanced down awkwardly before clearing his throat, mumbling with a slightly pained chuckle, "This is... weird. I've never talked to anybody before that couldn't talk without somebody else's words to speak... not to say that you're weird! I guess I just... I've never seen anything like this. Hmm... what's your name, and where are you from? Did you get lost, and that's why you ended up washing up here? Like I said, we don't usually get people coming in from the shore... is that where you're from? The sea?' He didn't want to immediately overwhelm Echo with his questions, but at the same time he was sure that the more words he said, the more words Echo would be able to say.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan