Cat Sith? A curious term, and a question worth asking, if conversation proved possible. But there was no guarantee of that, not with how poorly relations between the Fae and the humans had gone so far, and Jigano wished he could have done more to ease the way between their two peoples, said more, or at least been given a chance...
The present was an important moment, and if he could smooth the way just a little he would, he decided. Assuming he didn't scare the poor child out of her boots in trying to do it, of course.
He sighed softly as he leaned against the tree, the bark feeling almost unsettlingly warm against his back. Isuma showed the Fae girl frozen, or at least still, and the voice that emerged was far from curious. There was far too much fear in it, and nothing of the interest he had hoped for. Stepping away from his sheltering tree he peeked around the edge of its trunk first, white hair, golden-brown skin, and blue eyes appearing cautiously before he slowly edged the rest of the way out--
And then immediately sat down, heedless of the loam on his brown breeches as he tried to make himself as nonthreatening as possible, lifting open hands in front of himself to show her his empty palms. His wrap-around tunic was green, with clever leaf patterns dyed into the linen cloth, but his long hair was silver as starlight as he folded his lean form down to something less looming over the petite girl, even as he kept his distance, letting Isuma stand between them.
Even if the gryphlet was distracted by a buzzing fly, her little head moving to trace its flight rather than remain on Hazel any longer.
"I didn't mean to startle you," he said again, gently. "I'm sorry."
The present was an important moment, and if he could smooth the way just a little he would, he decided. Assuming he didn't scare the poor child out of her boots in trying to do it, of course.
He sighed softly as he leaned against the tree, the bark feeling almost unsettlingly warm against his back. Isuma showed the Fae girl frozen, or at least still, and the voice that emerged was far from curious. There was far too much fear in it, and nothing of the interest he had hoped for. Stepping away from his sheltering tree he peeked around the edge of its trunk first, white hair, golden-brown skin, and blue eyes appearing cautiously before he slowly edged the rest of the way out--
And then immediately sat down, heedless of the loam on his brown breeches as he tried to make himself as nonthreatening as possible, lifting open hands in front of himself to show her his empty palms. His wrap-around tunic was green, with clever leaf patterns dyed into the linen cloth, but his long hair was silver as starlight as he folded his lean form down to something less looming over the petite girl, even as he kept his distance, letting Isuma stand between them.
Even if the gryphlet was distracted by a buzzing fly, her little head moving to trace its flight rather than remain on Hazel any longer.
"I didn't mean to startle you," he said again, gently. "I'm sorry."
