Luxere had made it through the portals before, Jigano knew. Whether it had been a fluke or if they could travel that way again he was uncertain, but with Deepfrost approaching he thought he would scout out some of the Halovian herds to see if they might be tracked for coaxing later, when LongNight neared. Broad silver wings flew high above where the air was thin and cold enough to burn like fire, the dragon a small dot in the sky high above.
He and Loren had seen herds crossing the Sea of Glass during their last flight over it together, and it seemed a safer place to look than the Fangs, where he might run into other dragons. Today, alas, there were no glowing-antlered deer to be found, and he huffed a frustrated sigh as he finally turned and began heading back...
Only to spot a small shape moving against the white below. Curious, he tilted his wings to angle a bit lower, trying to determine if it was a cannibal or one of Neron's subjects. Not that one could tell just from looking, of course, so he circled wide behind the young man and descended a half-mile back, shifting from scales to feathers as he dropped, white against white, until he reached the ground. Raven feathers weren't as good at providing warmth as thick fur, and he quickly shook them off for his far more comfortable foxform, trotting swiftly after the distant human's tracks and catching up to watch what he was up to from curious blue eyes.
He and Loren had seen herds crossing the Sea of Glass during their last flight over it together, and it seemed a safer place to look than the Fangs, where he might run into other dragons. Today, alas, there were no glowing-antlered deer to be found, and he huffed a frustrated sigh as he finally turned and began heading back...
Only to spot a small shape moving against the white below. Curious, he tilted his wings to angle a bit lower, trying to determine if it was a cannibal or one of Neron's subjects. Not that one could tell just from looking, of course, so he circled wide behind the young man and descended a half-mile back, shifting from scales to feathers as he dropped, white against white, until he reached the ground. Raven feathers weren't as good at providing warmth as thick fur, and he quickly shook them off for his far more comfortable foxform, trotting swiftly after the distant human's tracks and catching up to watch what he was up to from curious blue eyes.
