[Melinoë hears the voice but does not assume it is directed towards her; instead, she's far too focused offering her open hand underneath the goat's chin. She's learned well, with time, that creatures do not respond well to hands above their heads, though the bite of even the most formidable of beasts would hardly be a scratch to her.
She'd far rather make friends than annoy it, however... and it does seem to respond positively with another sound, much like bleeeeh.
Then, as he continues, she finally looks up. The man the voice belongs to (and what a funny way of speaking) is ruggedly handsome, in the way Odysseus is -- a man who looks like he belongs in the forest.]
They eat fingers? [She gives the goat a serious look-over, hmming to herself.] It doesn't look like much of a carnivore.
[Not that she has any experience with these animals, but...] Oh, one or two hopped the fence earlier, while I was busy with this one. They're quite nimble.
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She'd far rather make friends than annoy it, however... and it does seem to respond positively with another sound, much like bleeeeh.
Then, as he continues, she finally looks up. The man the voice belongs to (and what a funny way of speaking) is ruggedly handsome, in the way Odysseus is -- a man who looks like he belongs in the forest.]
They eat fingers? [She gives the goat a serious look-over, hmming to herself.] It doesn't look like much of a carnivore.
[Not that she has any experience with these animals, but...] Oh, one or two hopped the fence earlier, while I was busy with this one. They're quite nimble.