The admiration in Amalia's voice was everything he had hoped to hear, and his neck arched proudly at her tone. The sly teasing a moment later had him snorting and shaking his narrow head in pleased embarrassment, his mental tone flustered but happy. He, ah... I think he likes it but... he never seems to know quite what to do with himself when I take it, Jigano admitted sheepishly. I think it might make him a little uncomfortable... Foxes and ravens were one thing for the hunter, but a horse was quite another, after all. Jigano knew it was complicated, and hadn't pressed his lover to put it into words yet, hoping that time would be enough to ease some of the novelty from his new shape.
That Amalia was so delighted with it eased something he hadn't even realized was tense in his heart, a worry that his equine form was less welcome than his others. He laughed through their link as she called him her steed, prancing on the ashen ground to stamp out a final few embers as she clung to his mane before he gathered his haunches. Hang on, then! he warned, wicked mischief coloring his tone as he turned and moved off at a quick canter through the Woods, his gait smooth as he kept a careful mental 'eye' on his avian rider.
Home again, home again, after a job well done!
That Amalia was so delighted with it eased something he hadn't even realized was tense in his heart, a worry that his equine form was less welcome than his others. He laughed through their link as she called him her steed, prancing on the ashen ground to stamp out a final few embers as she clung to his mane before he gathered his haunches. Hang on, then! he warned, wicked mischief coloring his tone as he turned and moved off at a quick canter through the Woods, his gait smooth as he kept a careful mental 'eye' on his avian rider.
Home again, home again, after a job well done!
