Bean chews like a cow, which is probably insulting to cows everywhere since horses are graceful beautiful creatures and cows are… cows. They make chewing their cud an art form and she just brings shame upon all creatures great and small that graze on such bountiful juicy grass. Yes, she is that ridiculous and not the least bit picky about what goes into her mouth.
Brown spot? That’s okay, it needs to be eaten too and who knows when her next meal will poke right up from the ground? Not like grass is about to die out at the moment even if she eats it like it’s going out of style. She might have grazed out of sheer boredom, or loneliness, not that Bean would admit to feeling that. But the goose had left her after all.
Not even good enough to be part of the flock! The indignity! Bean chortles around a fat mouthful of the good green stuff, unaware of the big dark baddie lumbering by. Well, unaware at first until she smells him. He didn’t smell all that bad, just smelled unfamiliar and deeply masculine to her. It made her raise her head and follow him with her eyes as he had eyes only for the river.
Poor thing! Must be bothered by thirst and she might have given a small shake of her head and tsked tsked under her breath. Bean couldn’t blame him though; she’d known thirst a time or two in her travels and it was an unpleasant devil to deal with. She snatches up another mouthful and continues to watch him, thinking he might just be a curious enough fellow after all.
He pins her with his pale stare and Bean slowly masticates the grass in her mouth. She looks a little dumbstruck, quite like a silly brown cow. “Oh, me?” She grins, gives one soft little laugh and affects a serious manner. “Oh this is…” then the charade falls apart - “Ummm… to be honest, I don’t rightly know what country this is.”
A small frown, a tilt of the head in careful consideration and then, a lightbulb moment! “Oh, it’s the River in Beqanna. I think it’s just a free-for-all type of land.” and then she grabs another mouthful, her brown gaze traveling from his pale eyes to his big chest and his knees… she’s probably no more than knee-height to him. Oh, a giant! Grass falls out of her mouth as she smiles at him, her eyes climbing back up to his from inside the bland brown face of hers.
@[Skeleton Ghoul]