The dragon curled near Tarasha for one last stretch, watching avidly as the green, flexible twigs were turned into a rim and handles, well-anchored and artfully woven into the existing design. It was going to be quite a large basket for a human to tote around, but for a dragon it was perfectly delightful and he grinned a draconic grin of happiness as it was presented. Rising up regally, Jigano lowered his head and closed his eyes in a gallant bow to Tarasha. He wished he had something to offer in exchange... but perhaps at the Midnight Party he could return the favor!
With a low croon of joy he raised his head again so he could balance on his hind legs, then reached his foreclaws to curl gently through the handles. He shuffled awkwardly back a few steps so the Fae wouldn't get caught in the downdraft, then crouched and leaped upwards, wings snapping open and beating down in a rush of wind that swirled the grasses around the clearing as he rose above the smaller Woodland trees and spiraled up into the sky, basket held beneath him as he chased the sun with it, flying higher and higher until the air grew thin and his wings labored to catch enough to propel him further. He raised the basket to 'capture' the burning orb that looked no closer but burned more fiercely at that altitude before he arched back and began to fall back to earth, protecting the basket with his body from the wind of his descent until he was ready to flip over and turn his fall into a glide, letting out an echoing roar of triumph to let Tarasha know that their basket had worked perfectly!
With a low croon of joy he raised his head again so he could balance on his hind legs, then reached his foreclaws to curl gently through the handles. He shuffled awkwardly back a few steps so the Fae wouldn't get caught in the downdraft, then crouched and leaped upwards, wings snapping open and beating down in a rush of wind that swirled the grasses around the clearing as he rose above the smaller Woodland trees and spiraled up into the sky, basket held beneath him as he chased the sun with it, flying higher and higher until the air grew thin and his wings labored to catch enough to propel him further. He raised the basket to 'capture' the burning orb that looked no closer but burned more fiercely at that altitude before he arched back and began to fall back to earth, protecting the basket with his body from the wind of his descent until he was ready to flip over and turn his fall into a glide, letting out an echoing roar of triumph to let Tarasha know that their basket had worked perfectly!
