LOCKE
Locke scritches along the top of Umbra's head, tucking behind his eye sockets. Aidon always like when he scratches there. "Do you think he's going to be bigger than the other dragons? Some of the dragoons had pretty big ones." No Sunjata of course but still. Big bois.
Seren nuzzles herself under his arm and he feels something he's not sure he can explain. He gives her a little squeeze though, pressing a little kiss to the top of her head. "M'glad. Sorry I interrupted your fun." Not that she seems upset by it at all but still. She was clearly having a good time, she deserves it. She is just a kid after all. "Sounds like normal Momma talks then." Not that he would know but hey! He gives her another squeeze because he can and he's touch starved.
He tilts his head as he looks down at her, eyebrow quirked up. "Oh? Then you have no excuse not to come visit me, huh?" He sticks his tongue out like he's scolding her except he isn't at all. Locke takes a step away from her, finally untangling himself from her so he has space.
"Something did happen. You're not the only one who visited one of the Heralds lately. Not your momma but still." Should he have gone to Safrin? He's not sure. He doesn't regret going to Frey through. With another moment, he shifts into his jaguar form and shakes himself of the rain before nuzzling up against her legs. An almost purrlike rumble bubbles up in his chest. It's not a purr, of course, but it's as close as he can manage.
Seren nuzzles herself under his arm and he feels something he's not sure he can explain. He gives her a little squeeze though, pressing a little kiss to the top of her head. "M'glad. Sorry I interrupted your fun." Not that she seems upset by it at all but still. She was clearly having a good time, she deserves it. She is just a kid after all. "Sounds like normal Momma talks then." Not that he would know but hey! He gives her another squeeze because he can and he's touch starved.
He tilts his head as he looks down at her, eyebrow quirked up. "Oh? Then you have no excuse not to come visit me, huh?" He sticks his tongue out like he's scolding her except he isn't at all. Locke takes a step away from her, finally untangling himself from her so he has space.
"Something did happen. You're not the only one who visited one of the Heralds lately. Not your momma but still." Should he have gone to Safrin? He's not sure. He doesn't regret going to Frey through. With another moment, he shifts into his jaguar form and shakes himself of the rain before nuzzling up against her legs. An almost purrlike rumble bubbles up in his chest. It's not a purr, of course, but it's as close as he can manage.
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
