Storm tilted his head, slightly, as he heard her speech.  Stunted as it was, it was still clear enough to make outthe meaning.<br/><br/><em>It's very nice to meet you, as well, young one</em>.  Storm said.<em>And, please, feel free to put your hands on me.  I won't hurt you.</em><br/><br/>Storm stretched his head out, closing his eyes, and smiled, feeling the girl's tiny hand on his skin.  It felt good to be touched in a way other than Karak's.  Karak was his rider, and they were a team, bound until their death, and the were the best of friends, but still, other friends would be a good thing, now and then.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Storm raised his head, slowly, and turned to look behind him.  Trudging up the beach, his wet leather riding garments squishing with each step, Karak approached Storm and the girl.<br/><br/>"Oh, would it be possible for you to carry me?  Oh, no!"  Karak mumbled.  "I had to walk all the way around, just so you could make your grand entrance, and.."<br/><br/><em>KARAK!</em>Storm growled.<em> We have company!  Mind your manners.</em><br/><br/>"What?  OH!"  Karak said, dropping his pack, as well as his lance and sword.  "Uhhh...  Hello!  I'm Karak, and this is my lifelong friend, Storm."<br/><br/>Storm shook his head, lowering it back to face the girl.  Steeing his eyes on hers, again, he thought hard.<em> THis is my friend, and he is also harmless...  for a human.</em><br/><br/>"I don't suppose a fire would be a bad thing?"  Karak grumbled, rummaging in his pack for something to eat.  "I'll put the pire together, if you can light it."<br/><br/>Storm nodded, and stared into the girl's eyes agian.<em>We would like ot make fire.  This is not to hurt you.</em>