[ He's heard of these, once--fairy tales Felsteeds, fire mares that those who use corrupted magic have. Terrible, awesome creatures, with flames for manes and a whinnie that could break glass.
This is no such creature--no such fiend would be this docile, if radiant and beautiful still, and Llane is certain it is not a felsteed simply because there is no way in his mind someone like this shy quiet girl with the smile that reminds him of his daughter is some sort of ill-begotten mage.
Plus, it's name is Ponpon. Llane choses his next words very, very carefully, his surprise--and delight--hidden, treating this as if she is a dwarf from Ironforge, showing off their latest invention. He's impressed, but also a King.
He does smile, though. He's unable to help that, or the look of wonder etched across regal features. ]
I have never seen anything like this, he-- [ A beat, cutting himself off. ]
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This is no such creature--no such fiend would be this docile, if radiant and beautiful still, and Llane is certain it is not a felsteed simply because there is no way in his mind someone like this shy quiet girl with the smile that reminds him of his daughter is some sort of ill-begotten mage.
Plus, it's name is Ponpon. Llane choses his next words very, very carefully, his surprise--and delight--hidden, treating this as if she is a dwarf from Ironforge, showing off their latest invention. He's impressed, but also a King.
He does smile, though. He's unable to help that, or the look of wonder etched across regal features. ]
I have never seen anything like this, he-- [ A beat, cutting himself off. ]
Are you not hot? Near his flames.