The pair of pagasi immediately recognize him, their ears perking and wings ruffling to acknowledge the man who nursed them back to health and still comes to care for them. Having healed months ago, they could have taken to the skies again, and yet they find comfort in the fenced area, grazing on grass and the occasional sugar cubes. Even now, they probe him for the sweet treats, the lightly scolding glance promising 'later' - after his meeting.
Grimm runs his gaze over Colt, similarly assessing her, although less in the matter of social analysis and more as a predator cataloguing capability. From the assured way she stands in her boots to the confident tone of her voice, he marks each in her favor. He grumbles his confirmation of name, something akin to a huffing growl accompanied by a nod.
She gets slightly more answer when expressing sympathies for the fallen city, a long, deep hum of agreement. "Hmmm." It rumbles in his chest, causing more effects than whatever his heart feels at the loss of Stormbreak. Beyond the extra work and shifting of the Celestine, Grimm doesn't think much of the loss in altitude. His job still continues on, animals to care for, medications to prepare.
It's why he appreciates that she jumps straight to the point, refusing to linger on the pleasantries. His eyes flash brief approval, his nod controlled and succinct. "Roight. I've go' i' in the shed." He turns away, not bothering to gesture for her to follow, figuring she was smart enough to get the idea.
Grimm runs his gaze over Colt, similarly assessing her, although less in the matter of social analysis and more as a predator cataloguing capability. From the assured way she stands in her boots to the confident tone of her voice, he marks each in her favor. He grumbles his confirmation of name, something akin to a huffing growl accompanied by a nod.
She gets slightly more answer when expressing sympathies for the fallen city, a long, deep hum of agreement. "Hmmm." It rumbles in his chest, causing more effects than whatever his heart feels at the loss of Stormbreak. Beyond the extra work and shifting of the Celestine, Grimm doesn't think much of the loss in altitude. His job still continues on, animals to care for, medications to prepare.
It's why he appreciates that she jumps straight to the point, refusing to linger on the pleasantries. His eyes flash brief approval, his nod controlled and succinct. "Roight. I've go' i' in the shed." He turns away, not bothering to gesture for her to follow, figuring she was smart enough to get the idea.
Grimm
Warriors don't show their heart until the axe reveals it.
