It could have gone better. Jigano acknowledged that perhaps sneaking around being a curious little meddler wasn't always the best choice. But he didn't know until he tried, and sometimes it worked out.
Today did not seem to be one of those days, though. Quite the opposite as the young man turned away from him, giving him a literally cold shoulder. Jigano sat for a little while, contemplating his options, but there was an urge to mischief in him now that he suspected this dour man wouldn't appreciate. By all rules of tact and diplomacy he should turn around and leave him be, as the fisher seemed to desire.
But Halo was cold and unfriendly enough without being willing to reach out to others from time to time, so Jigano chose instead to press his luck, creeping forward slowly once again when Noah seemed focused on his task. By the time the fish was landed the fox was only a little ways back, and he looked at the slippery prey with eager interest, wondering how it tasted compared to the fish in the Oasis, or the Stonesong for that matter. He didn't try to dodge in for a nip - that was unforgiveably rude manners, no matter his shape - but he did dance a little, making a pleading little noise, not-quite a whine, as he looked from man to fish and back again.
Today did not seem to be one of those days, though. Quite the opposite as the young man turned away from him, giving him a literally cold shoulder. Jigano sat for a little while, contemplating his options, but there was an urge to mischief in him now that he suspected this dour man wouldn't appreciate. By all rules of tact and diplomacy he should turn around and leave him be, as the fisher seemed to desire.
But Halo was cold and unfriendly enough without being willing to reach out to others from time to time, so Jigano chose instead to press his luck, creeping forward slowly once again when Noah seemed focused on his task. By the time the fish was landed the fox was only a little ways back, and he looked at the slippery prey with eager interest, wondering how it tasted compared to the fish in the Oasis, or the Stonesong for that matter. He didn't try to dodge in for a nip - that was unforgiveably rude manners, no matter his shape - but he did dance a little, making a pleading little noise, not-quite a whine, as he looked from man to fish and back again.
