Laura
"Indeed it is sir." _She said as she made her way over to a tree not far from him, slowly kneeling as she made sure the layers of her skirts wouldn't bunch up too much. Laying the basket in front of her she unconsciously offered him a small smile at his thanks, it was not needed after all as he was allowing them to join him - but she appreciated the sentiment non the less._

_If she was surprised by his picking up on her daughter she didn't show it, after all she had mentioned she was with her daughter and given the mans condition it was easy to assume he had heard the little ones affirmative humming earlier._ "Zat would be my daughter, Abbigail. Please do forgive 'er, she is very shy around strangers - especially after the nasty business at ze festival not long ago. "

_On cue almost the giant Kekimara softly walked up behind the alchemist and nudged the tiny bundle hidden under her hair, offering a small chuff of encouragement before moving to sit practically around the woman, careful not to squash the little one clinging to her._

"Abbigail darling, would you like to come out and say hello to the nice man? He also has a puppy you could meet." _She cooed softly, reaching up to gently stroke the girls hands encouragingly. Keeping her voice soft and sweet she continued._ "He wont hurt you dear I promise.."
Charles
_A puppy? It was awfully tempting, but this was a stranger! The last stranger she met had also been nice, but then the thing with the scary lady that made her head hurt had happened... That wasn't nice and she didn't want it to happen again... Even though moma had said it wouldn't.._

_But a new puppy to meet.._

_Shakily she moved her way up her mothers back, still gripping tightly as her little furred head popped out over the woman's shoulders. Her antenna twitching fearfully as she blinked at the scene before her, the man looked... Weird. She hadn't seen anyone that looked like him before, but there **Was** A very cute puppy with him... So he couldn't be that bad.._

"H... Hello... I..I... M-my name is... Is Abbigail mwister.."
Cynthia
*He took some food that was offered, and ate, enjoying the food.* "I understand being shy all too well, and I'm sure you know it's normal for little ones to be nervous around new folks," *He commented on Abigail's reluctance with understanding.* "And what would happen at a festival that could scare a child so much?" *He asked with genuine concern.*

*As Abigail slowly began to poke out, Gunnvaldr couldn't help much with encouragement, due to his inability to see the child, but hearing the mention of Bjorn in their conversation, he gave Bjorn a slight nudge, and the old dog ambled on over towards Abbigail. He walked up and sat, toung lolling of to one side as he sat, hoping for a treat.*

"Nice to meet you Abbigail, my name is Gunnvaldr, although some friends call me Dreamwalker. Little easier for them to say. And don't mind ol' Bjorn there. He's the friendliest old dog you ever did meet."
Laura
_She nodded with a hum of agreement, smiling as she felt the little one finally poke her head out to say hello. It may not have been much but every little bit of progress counted as far as she was concerned, especially after the nightmare ending of the festival._ "Thank you, unfortunately she 'as been around too many strangers who's curiosity outweigh their good manners."

_Sighing a little she continued, removing some of the food for herself and Abbigail as she spoke._ "I am not entirely sure, ze day was going so well and... The sky turned red. There was zis... Pardon but awful voice in our 'eads and ze most dreadful migraine. Truthfully I 'ave not felt anything more painful in my life sir."

_Turning back to the child a little she lowered her tone again, able to feel the little mothlings breathing speed up slightly as the canine came over._ "Abbigail dear, do you think Bjorn might like a treat? I'm sure Jenna would not mind."
Charles
_The little mothling almost shrunk back as the man spoke to her, only staying where she was thanks to the sight of the dog before her. Blinking curiously as she debated whether to leave the safety of her mothers back to pet the creature, it was very tempting after all and he did look rather friendly.._

_With the encouragement from her mom the little one slowly climbed down till she could stand up on her own, still holding onto her moms sleeve with one of her hands as she walked out into the open a little, retrieving one of Jenna's jerky treats from the basket as she held it out to the dog._

"Is... Pweasure to meet you... B..Bjorn and um... M..Mister dweamwalker.."