[ When Hector bleats out his petulant demand, Reynir freezes, eyes going comically wide. Slowly, he turns and looks at the sheep. It... couldn't be. Could it? He'd just imagined that? Right? ]
Did you just - did you s-say you... want... wine?
[ It isn't that talking animals are completely unheard-of, to Reynir. Onni could still speak, when he was in owl form, and Reynir's own fylgja spoke to him while in its normal form as a dog. There are spirits that take on the form of animals and speak to people. So it's not that there isn't room for this in his understanding of reality.
It's just that... he had thought this was a regular sheep. He had assumed. He'd been talking to it like he would a regular, dumb, speechless sheep. It had licked him! ]
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Did you just - did you s-say you... want... wine?
[ It isn't that talking animals are completely unheard-of, to Reynir. Onni could still speak, when he was in owl form, and Reynir's own fylgja spoke to him while in its normal form as a dog. There are spirits that take on the form of animals and speak to people. So it's not that there isn't room for this in his understanding of reality.
It's just that... he had thought this was a regular sheep. He had assumed. He'd been talking to it like he would a regular, dumb, speechless sheep. It had licked him! ]