Hers is a sort of unadulterated curiosity, an innocence and naivety that many children possessed; but where others had experience- she existed without, with eyes newly returned and a mind that roved and roamed freely and boldly. Thorgal provokes this, makes her eyes widen and her small mind begin to turn in such a way that she cannot stop the smile from happening: cannot prevent the lips and their cheshire curling. Laughter blossoms, and careless as she is in the moment she considers what he asks.
“Mhm..” she mulls over it, considering her words and ways- all the things she knows and yet does not: speech, for example, is a thing she is wholly relearning and her time in the void, the beyond… it has inhibited the manner in which she developed. Still she knows enough to continue, gesture with her nose towards the vast area around them. “Tag? Run?” questions of comfort, his comfort more than her own.
If she seconds she hesitates, it is because there is a rattling in the trees as squirrels run through the branches above them and her attention is drawn to them. Narrowing her eyes she flits an ear and her legs stretch as the weight shifts and Briella glances back to Thorgal with some pondering: speaking a bit more at length and with some fluidity to her words.
“Where did you come from?” she blinks- realizing that he wasn’t here before, not in the meadow nor a place she knew
@[Thorgal]