Sah
Sah smirked slightly when Tal jumped slightly. Lilly meanwhile happily nuzzled Boreal, giving the dragon a quick lick on the cheek in greeting before instigating a game of chase.
"Fair enough." And yet once more the courier showed just how damn hardworking, he was. Admirable really, not that Sah would ever tell him. But the treeflits were something that he could actually help with.
Giving a low whistle to Lilly to call her back to his side, which she did so reluctantly, Sah explained his plan. "Treeflits are generally shy. You won't notice them just looking for one. You have to coax them out. Do you have anything small and shiny? They like to trade shiny things for beetles."
That was the first step. "Once you give an offering you then sing or whistle to get their attention. They'll call back to you and once they feel safe enough, they'll come in to grab the offering." And no, he wasn't bullshitting the courier. Maeve had taught him how to call the creatures. And wasn't that a painful reminder.
Sah paused shaking those thoughts away, "You'll only get once chance. If it startles, I doubt any will be willing to come out."
"Fair enough." And yet once more the courier showed just how damn hardworking, he was. Admirable really, not that Sah would ever tell him. But the treeflits were something that he could actually help with.
Giving a low whistle to Lilly to call her back to his side, which she did so reluctantly, Sah explained his plan. "Treeflits are generally shy. You won't notice them just looking for one. You have to coax them out. Do you have anything small and shiny? They like to trade shiny things for beetles."
That was the first step. "Once you give an offering you then sing or whistle to get their attention. They'll call back to you and once they feel safe enough, they'll come in to grab the offering." And no, he wasn't bullshitting the courier. Maeve had taught him how to call the creatures. And wasn't that a painful reminder.
Sah paused shaking those thoughts away, "You'll only get once chance. If it startles, I doubt any will be willing to come out."
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
