do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
The strange, hard-shelled fruit smells sweet but he is concerned when he touches his nose and finds coarse hair across the outside of it. He snorts softly and considers abandoning the effort in favor of fish or tropical birds when he is distracted by a giggle. Slowly, his head turns, blind face searching for her outline as he sniffs at the air. She is smaller than him and he wonders if he has ever seen someone that did not at least match his size. It doesn’t occur to him that he has grown rapidly and now looms over most.
A coconut, she explains. A thoughtful clicking noise emanates from his throat as he turns to his prize once more and tries to connect the word with the object. Coconut. He is too preoccupied with this to notice any change in her body language, as she has already forced her joyful mannerisms back into place when he turns to her again. Lucky for her.
“Is it sweet?” he asks curiously as he takes her suggestions into consideration. He has never used his horns for anything at all, really. Still, he lowers his head and nudges the coconut against the tree it fell from so that it will stay in place. Then he presses the base of those curled horns to the treat and presses, pushing more of his weight into it every second until it splits open with a little splash. A sound somewhere between a whinny and a screech escapes him as he suddenly lifts his head with droplets of coconut milk dripping from his face. Ghaul turns to her for explanation as he licks the corner of his mouth to taste it.
“Are all co-co-nuts like this?” he asks before shaking his head to fling some of the milk from him and onto her as well as the sand. He curiously claws at the inside of the coconut to scrape some of the fruit inside from its shell, which he chews slowly and cautiously. Something like a purr rumbles in his chest as he scrapes another morsel into his jaws.
@[Loire]