Maccabeus's handful amounted to little more than a mouth for the giant Zarion. He hoped that his face didn't betray the confusion that he felt at the antics the two tall folk, and he moved along in his conversation.
"Mahiya has indeed created a paradise here in the shadow of Threshold." He said. "Or mayhap man created Threshold in the shadow of an oasis paradise, eh?" His head cocked to one side in the fashion of his canine brethren. "I hadn't put thought to it worth a whit, but this place must have been here long before Threshold, no? Near the time of the Valley's creation, one would think."
His head and shoulders bobbed left-to-right as he tried the notion on. "Whatever the difference," he said at last. "At least she has allowed me to partake of this wondrous time and place." He smiled at his visitors.
"I didn't mean to interrupt you..." He hesitated a moment a dark bushy eyebrow rising above his sapphire eyes. "Well, yes I did, actually, didn't I? And why would I do that?" He glanced around for a moment espying Kym through Vallenwood's scintillating rain. "Oh, yes!" He perked up again. "My Lord Wolfjaw," he wondered if he wasn't being too overly formal. "I'd like to discuss with you the possibility of helping your fair daughter to learn the ways of Mahiya. This is a perfect time and place for such training, and under Ashe's watchful eye and guidance (not to mention Vallenwood's as well as Mahiya's) I think that the learning would be rapid and prolific. I realize that such training had been reserved for her matron, but it seems to me that timing has been placed afore us, and we perhaps should seize that opportunity."
He looked down at his unshod and hairy feet then, and noted the disparity in size between his own and Zarion's immense ones. It looked to him like Zarion's was wider than his own would be long. Beneath his consciousness he wondered if that were true, or perhaps it might be an illusion born on the varied and shimmering lights of the Ring of Mists. He turned his right foot side-ways, and it was still difficult to tell until he actually placed his own above Zarion's. One atop the other, it was easy to see that his was a bit longer than Zarion's was wide, although not by too much. "Huh." He said nodding sagely.
Looking up suddenly, recognizing what he had just done, Maccabeus's mind shuddered. "Bbpbblleeehhh...Sorry." He apologized befuddedly. "I uh...I can certainly understand that you might not want us to undertake such an...uh...effort, but I...umm...well, I think that is, that it's an um...good idea?"
He wasn't sure whether he had just asked a question or not, and his shaggy brow furrowed, trying to determine what it was he was trying to say. He stuffed some more cheese in his mouth to give his tongue something else to chew up. He hung his head once more and shook it in disbelief that he could be such a ninny.
