Jigano studied the young Fae curiously as he retrieved her quill and she regained it. After a moment he sat back, head cocked up as he watched her, trying to discern her thoughts. She seemed wary and enchanted both, curious and uncertain about this strange fox and his gryphon, and he couldn't really blame her. Rather than continue to intrude on her space the white vulpine trotted a few feet back to the stump and hopped up onto it so he could watch her from a more equal height - though his head was still below hers. Her smile was a good sign, but her very frailty made him concerned about shifting back and startling her. He didn't want her to get hurt if she reacted with fear and tried to stumble back... and he wasn't one to shift out of his fox form with an audience anyways.
Isuma reep?ed curiously, golden eyes worried when the girl shuffled back, and the gryphlet paused in her curious examination of this new person to sit back on her haunches, forelegs resting over her fuzzy belly. Jigano snorted softly, amused at her usual antics, letting the love he felt for her suffuse their bond, before the Fae's quiet voice focuses his attention back on her. It seemed she was leaving, and really, he couldn't blame her. She hadn't recognized him as a person who could talk to her, and so why should she stay? But if she did he had no idea when or if they would meet again... A low whine of uncertainty slipped from his throat as he shifted his paws, debating whether to stay as a fox, or...
It was a risk. A gamble. But worthwhile things often were, and he finally hopped off the stump and trotted back to one of the large red-barked trees, slipping behind its sheltering shadow. He did not come back out the other side, but a gentle tenor, soft and musical, emerged from behind the trunk as Isuma continued to sit and watch the Fae with curious eyes.
"That is Isuma," he said, his own eyes closed as he borrowed the vision of his companion, fuzzy and tilted at a strange angle though it was. "And I am Jigano. Please don't be afraid of us. We were on our way to Ludo's shrine when we saw you. I'm sorry if we startled you."
Isuma reep?ed curiously, golden eyes worried when the girl shuffled back, and the gryphlet paused in her curious examination of this new person to sit back on her haunches, forelegs resting over her fuzzy belly. Jigano snorted softly, amused at her usual antics, letting the love he felt for her suffuse their bond, before the Fae's quiet voice focuses his attention back on her. It seemed she was leaving, and really, he couldn't blame her. She hadn't recognized him as a person who could talk to her, and so why should she stay? But if she did he had no idea when or if they would meet again... A low whine of uncertainty slipped from his throat as he shifted his paws, debating whether to stay as a fox, or...
It was a risk. A gamble. But worthwhile things often were, and he finally hopped off the stump and trotted back to one of the large red-barked trees, slipping behind its sheltering shadow. He did not come back out the other side, but a gentle tenor, soft and musical, emerged from behind the trunk as Isuma continued to sit and watch the Fae with curious eyes.
"That is Isuma," he said, his own eyes closed as he borrowed the vision of his companion, fuzzy and tilted at a strange angle though it was. "And I am Jigano. Please don't be afraid of us. We were on our way to Ludo's shrine when we saw you. I'm sorry if we startled you."
