voice

[willowtenbrook]

[The voice that speaks is not Willow's, though the girl that does sounds somewhat too exuberant, even for her.]

Hi there, little plastic talking thing. I am waiting for my master to come back inside, or for the tall angry man to leave so I can rip up his sw--Weasel! Theweaselisrunning! Come back! I will chase you, weasel!

[A low woof, and then

Comments

Voice

[formertemplar]

Hello? Are you lost? Blasted talking box. I think it's broken. Again. Er, ma'am?

Voice

[willowtenbrook]

I am not lost. I am only waiting for my master and the smelly man to get back from the cold.

Voice

[formertemplar]

Master? Are you a slave? I didn't know there was slavery here. There shouldn't be. You should be free. Who's your master? I want to have a word with him.

Voice

[willowtenbrook]

No, I love my master, because she is good and kind and the best master ever and I love her.

Voice

[formertemplar]

She is, is she? Treat you right, then? Gives you days off and time to sleep and food? Clothes and all that?

Voice

[willowtenbrook]

Master is so good. She even scratches behind my ears.

Voice

[formertemplar]

She- She scratches behind your ears? Is that a sign of affection in your world? Some kind of non-verbal communication? I mean, I scratched behind the mabari's ears. He liked that. Used to roll around in the dirt, bring us lost children and pairs of pantaloons. But, well, you're not a mabari... Are you?

Voice

[willowtenbrook]

No, I am a direwolf.

Voice

[formertemplar]

A dire... wolf? Like a tribe? Or a clan? A name to strike fear in the hearts of your enemies? Bit better than Grey Warden, isn't it? More ferocious.

Voice

[willowtenbrook]

I do not know what it means but that is what the two-leggers call me.

Voice

[formertemplar]

Two... Wait. You're an actual wolf? And you can talk? Really talk?