A jiff, he thought, was maybe a bit optimistic, but then Papillion's human form fell away, becoming thick fur and cloven hooves and heavy horns and he chirred encouragement and approval, breaking into a raven's rattling laugh of delight as she bounded up the side of the cliff as if she had always had a goat's innate grace and surety of foot. Jigano launched himself from the edge of the cliff, white wings catching the air as he circled to get a better view of her antics. Yes, that's it exactly! he called, pride in his friend carrying in his mental tone.
You look like you've done this before! He saw no reason to be stingy when his praise when she had done something that would be considered magic on any other world. It had taken a bright mind to frame the desire, and innate courage to will herself to see it through. She trusted herself and her instincts, which was a rare gift among humans, and now it paid off in her mountain goat sense of balance and fearlessness. How does it feel?
You look like you've done this before! He saw no reason to be stingy when his praise when she had done something that would be considered magic on any other world. It had taken a bright mind to frame the desire, and innate courage to will herself to see it through. She trusted herself and her instincts, which was a rare gift among humans, and now it paid off in her mountain goat sense of balance and fearlessness. How does it feel?
