[The Fool takes his time in attempting to commit Zephyr's description of the small animal down to paper; as with any proof of concept, he has to sketch out several different iterations before settling on something that, he presumes, approximates what Zephyr is wishing for. Having done that, he settles back some into his seat and considers his work; a light, bemused smile quirks up the corners of his mouth.]

What a peculiar creature, [he muses aloud, his tone more endeared than confused. He looks back to Zephyr, still smiling, and asks,] Was he a companion of yours?