Isuma was more than happy to be comforted, the lashing of her tail and the puff of fur and feathers that had risen along her body slowly relaxing at Jigano's soothing touch. He turned his head to rub his cheek against a rounded ear, a hint of soft smile fading away at the boy's sullen attitude and scowling demeanor. "I take it you haven't met Fangorn, then," he murmured dryly. "But do you think humans are the only ones who feel anger and loss when their offspring are killed?"
Did he think he was cool? The weather was still warm for Leafchange, so he simply shook his head in bemusement, unsure what the angry youngster was insinuating. "She's a gryphon, lad. And since I taught her to hunt, I'm quite proud at how well she does at it." His own clothing was rough and drab, looking well-worn and older than the boy himself was, though it had been cared for.
He wasn't sure what to think of the youth, though he vaguely remembered that teenagers were a rebellious lot. From the shabbiness of his clothing, Jigano suspected the boy might not have parents. Perhaps he was ignorant of the dangers of a mouse among the grass, not so hidden from the eyes of sky-borne hunters as he was from those on the ground? "How long have you been Attuned, then, to not know to look for hawks above these fields?" He tried to ask it kindly, but the words were a little stilted as Jigano found himself awkwardly uncertain whether to treat the mouse-turned-human as man or boy. He didn't have much experience with younger humans, and he was painfully aware of that at the moment.
Did he think he was cool? The weather was still warm for Leafchange, so he simply shook his head in bemusement, unsure what the angry youngster was insinuating. "She's a gryphon, lad. And since I taught her to hunt, I'm quite proud at how well she does at it." His own clothing was rough and drab, looking well-worn and older than the boy himself was, though it had been cared for.
He wasn't sure what to think of the youth, though he vaguely remembered that teenagers were a rebellious lot. From the shabbiness of his clothing, Jigano suspected the boy might not have parents. Perhaps he was ignorant of the dangers of a mouse among the grass, not so hidden from the eyes of sky-borne hunters as he was from those on the ground? "How long have you been Attuned, then, to not know to look for hawks above these fields?" He tried to ask it kindly, but the words were a little stilted as Jigano found himself awkwardly uncertain whether to treat the mouse-turned-human as man or boy. He didn't have much experience with younger humans, and he was painfully aware of that at the moment.
