The boy's dismissive shrug was exasperating, but hardly surprising now that the bard was getting a feel for the teenager's mood. Jigano wondered what was going through his head, ever-curious, but it didn't seem like the right time to ask. And besides, he was still feeling a little prickly over how Isuma had been startled and yelled at when she couldn't have known that her mousey prey was actually a person! Attuned forms had their risks as well as their benefits, and those who chose to linger in forms that were seen as prey to humans and other animals would always run the risk of being struck with arrow or fang before they had the chance to explain. As difficult as food was to obtain in the barrierlands, it wasn't as though hunters had the luxury to ask each animal they were about to shoot whether or not they were sometimes human or not.
At least Jigano could be patient, and with the young mouse's silence he took the opportunity to further calm himself and Isuma rather then trying to rush the youth along. He looked over from where he had been smoothing the gryphlet's feathers to watch Granger counting on his fingers. The answer, when it came, was surprising, for the boy was already quite young. To hear that he had made the choice when still a child was a little unsettling... though, perhaps, understandable if he had lost his parents and sought a wildshape to help him survive on his own. It was hard to stay annoyed at the boy in the face of that thought, and Jigano sighed as he let his prickliness drain away.
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea," he agreed. Certainly it would have kept Isuma or other airborne predators from spotting him. "What had you in such a hurry today that you took the shortcut?" It must have been something important to take such a risk, when the boy had clearly been smart and fast and cautious enough to survive five previous years with such a shape.
At least Jigano could be patient, and with the young mouse's silence he took the opportunity to further calm himself and Isuma rather then trying to rush the youth along. He looked over from where he had been smoothing the gryphlet's feathers to watch Granger counting on his fingers. The answer, when it came, was surprising, for the boy was already quite young. To hear that he had made the choice when still a child was a little unsettling... though, perhaps, understandable if he had lost his parents and sought a wildshape to help him survive on his own. It was hard to stay annoyed at the boy in the face of that thought, and Jigano sighed as he let his prickliness drain away.
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea," he agreed. Certainly it would have kept Isuma or other airborne predators from spotting him. "What had you in such a hurry today that you took the shortcut?" It must have been something important to take such a risk, when the boy had clearly been smart and fast and cautious enough to survive five previous years with such a shape.
