He listened to her with a small quirk of his large overly long head. The air around her was melancholy, almost morbid in a sense. His heart ached to take away the hidden pain of the young apprentice, pull her close and tell her it was going to be alright.
Maybe he could later over a spot of lunch!
"My dear, that was in the past. That's what you used to think, what do you think now? What ideals float around in your mind and morph the way the world communicates with your spirit?' he hummed his words, climbing down from the jagged rock he had come to stand upon. Couldn't catch any rabbits up here!
Once on the ground, his nose was a master at picking up the scent of rabbits. They ran and dug and scratched and fought all underneath the very ground their paws stood upon. Even with the grass flailing about - as much as his heart did whenever he saw those familiar amber eyes - he could see the movement of the rabbit, the small white tail as it protrudes from the thin, dry bracken.
Luckily for them, the rock shielded them from the winds currents, their scents staying put with them.
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