The quaver in his Fae-friend's voice was somewhat concerning and Jigano peered at them, worried that he might have done something to frighten or distress them at first. Their expression was all joy, though, and he felt abashed at his prank being taken too far. Somewhere along the line he had reached a point where he had dug himself in too deep, and he risked offending his friend now when he revealed that he wasn't a real dragon... but he hated to dim the happiness he saw in their eyes now, too.
He vowed to tell Tarasha the truth before the day was done, but for the moment he decided to let them enjoy this a little longer, even as it made his own stomach squirm with rising guilt. Even so, thinking of their mother having forty two baskets was enough to draw a huff of amusement from him. That was still quite a lot of baskets, no matter your race!
His attempt to win them back over was, at least, successful, and he thrummed amusement at the small hand that gently thumped his nose. The request was met with a toothy grin of agreement as Jigano lifted his head and turned to survey the clearing with its rich golden stalks. He shifted, rising to take a few careful steps towards the center to claim a clawful of the yellow grass, then prowled to the more shaded edge to collect those with a greener tint. He returned to deposit the pile beside his friend, sitting proudly up and tilting his head down to watch Tarasha and make sure he had found appropriate material - ready to go back for more if he was directed to.
He vowed to tell Tarasha the truth before the day was done, but for the moment he decided to let them enjoy this a little longer, even as it made his own stomach squirm with rising guilt. Even so, thinking of their mother having forty two baskets was enough to draw a huff of amusement from him. That was still quite a lot of baskets, no matter your race!
His attempt to win them back over was, at least, successful, and he thrummed amusement at the small hand that gently thumped his nose. The request was met with a toothy grin of agreement as Jigano lifted his head and turned to survey the clearing with its rich golden stalks. He shifted, rising to take a few careful steps towards the center to claim a clawful of the yellow grass, then prowled to the more shaded edge to collect those with a greener tint. He returned to deposit the pile beside his friend, sitting proudly up and tilting his head down to watch Tarasha and make sure he had found appropriate material - ready to go back for more if he was directed to.
