Tarasha was brave and curious, which were excellent traits for a Loreseeker to have, and Jigano felt pride swell in his chest as they fluttered closer still. He made no fast moves, keeping himself comfortably reclined on the forest floor, though he left his head up now that the initial greeting was over and they were growing more comfortable with his scaly shape.
He continued to examine the basket, though, admiring the choice of shape and the skill of the woven patterns within it. He suspected that Tarasha's dyes could do much to add to the construction, but there was an elegance in the natural colors of the reeds as well. The Fae's offer was unexpected, but met with an excited nod, the dragon's eyes lighting up at the possibility of gaining a gift from his friend - even if they didn't know it was him yet. He'd have to tell them eventually, of course... but for now he was comfortable and they seemed delighted to be meeting a dragon and, well, he was curious what sort of basket Tarasha would make for such an unusual client.
He rose, just as slowly, and stretched carefully for a moment before he followed his guide, padding carefully across the forest floor and threading his way between trees to reach the clearing. Settling around its edge, he leaned against several trees to use them as backrests and reached out a taloned hand to try and swipe up a pawful of long grasses, offering them to Tarasha with a questioning croon.
He continued to examine the basket, though, admiring the choice of shape and the skill of the woven patterns within it. He suspected that Tarasha's dyes could do much to add to the construction, but there was an elegance in the natural colors of the reeds as well. The Fae's offer was unexpected, but met with an excited nod, the dragon's eyes lighting up at the possibility of gaining a gift from his friend - even if they didn't know it was him yet. He'd have to tell them eventually, of course... but for now he was comfortable and they seemed delighted to be meeting a dragon and, well, he was curious what sort of basket Tarasha would make for such an unusual client.
He rose, just as slowly, and stretched carefully for a moment before he followed his guide, padding carefully across the forest floor and threading his way between trees to reach the clearing. Settling around its edge, he leaned against several trees to use them as backrests and reached out a taloned hand to try and swipe up a pawful of long grasses, offering them to Tarasha with a questioning croon.
