It was amazing what one could get used to in Caido. For instance: walking down the street on the way to the Atheneum and coming across a large panther rolling a mudball down the street. It was a sight that nothing on Numeria could have prepared Jigano for, but now he only paused to try and see if he knew who the panther was. It never occurred to him that it might not be an Attuned, not after the past year, but the shape was unfamiliar and after a moment he stepped closer with a courteous clearing of his throat to catch the muddy feline's attention.
"Good afternoon, sir. May I ask what you're-- Isuma?" The little white-and-blue ball of feathers and fur on his shoulder leapt off with a joyful peeping, flying a dizzying aerial ballet of greeting for the little ball of black-and-teal fluff nestled on the panther's back. Over a year since her hatching and this was the first other gryphon that she had met, and her excitement surged through the bond with her companion, startling a laugh from the bard in spite of his recently subdued mien.
"And who is this?" he asked with a bow for the young hatchling, joy lighting his own face as Isuma's enthusiasm proved infectious.
"Good afternoon, sir. May I ask what you're-- Isuma?" The little white-and-blue ball of feathers and fur on his shoulder leapt off with a joyful peeping, flying a dizzying aerial ballet of greeting for the little ball of black-and-teal fluff nestled on the panther's back. Over a year since her hatching and this was the first other gryphon that she had met, and her excitement surged through the bond with her companion, startling a laugh from the bard in spite of his recently subdued mien.
"And who is this?" he asked with a bow for the young hatchling, joy lighting his own face as Isuma's enthusiasm proved infectious.
