OH, TO BE HERE ON THE GROUND
”Am I who?” Maybe this is the some mountain hermit, infamously creepy and known to threaten little colts. Maybe he is a folk hero.
Toro would like to be a folk hero.
”I don't know who uh, Oriens is, but my name is El Toro. Call me Toro. I don’t know what the “El” is for,” he mutters the last part, the absurdity of being named something he is not going sour on his ears as he says it. His tails swish. He kind of wants to leave, kind of wants to stay, wants a change of conversation but doesn’t feel right leaving Anzhelo alone on the clifftop. He huffs. He’s not sure if his next question will turn the conversation on its head again. ”What’s your daughter like?”
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"What I say,"
What I think,
