Halla don't actually eat people.

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Val de Foncé and Beleth Ashara
WHAT: Introducing a dude to a halla and hoping no one dies
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: By the halla padlock
NOTES: racism against elves AND racism against humans

Beleth arrives to the halla padlock a little earlier than agreed upon, to get a feel for the mood of the herd, and to see who is in the best mood to be agreeable. Extra time has been taken today to look presentable--not to the extent that she groomed herself for Val Royeux, of course, but the intention is to look every part as civilized as any human could. More civilized than some, really.

Val isn't the worst human she's met, and he's certainly not the first that she's tried to show the error of his idiotic ways by attempting diplomacy. But every time is another test that she sets for herself, and that she has to pass, if she's going to achieve her goals. She will make these fucking Orlesians tolerate her if it's the last damn thing she does (or they do).

By the time Val arrives, there are a few torches lit around the area Beleth is in, and she herself is leaning against the fence, studying the herd calmly.

Comments

[degenere]

Yes, yes, pleasantries and introductions. Val acknowledges these mostly by not acknowledging, sparing on a small nod to confirm that he's heard. He is here for one thing and one thing only: the halla.

"She shares your language?" If it can be called language, properly. Linguistics is not his field of study. But truly: she, the halla, has agreed? Val, great lover and scholar of animals of all kinds, is more amused than he is disdainful.

He makes space for the halla when she makes that sudden and brief preparation to leap over the fence--but he does not grant the beast that space for very long, drifts a few steps closer almost immediately to get a better look.

"The name, does it mean blessing, or is it an entire blessing in a single word?"