Amalia's smile was kind, but her gaze was distant once more and Jigano found himself hesitating, caught between questions and whether to give space or hold tight. She spoke again before he could come to a decision and he glanced over at the sun as it was beginning to lower towards the west, nodding ruefully. "No, I should go, too. I let Rory know I might be late today, but I'd rather not eat dinner in the barn tonight," he added with a chuckle. Not that the farmer was likely to do that to him, but Jigano was perfectly capable of guilting himself into a custom punishment for his perceived sins.
He rose from the water, shedding his scales as the colored liquid ran from them and shaking himself dry like a canine once he reached shore. Isuma chirruped happily and came winging over now that threats of splashes were behind them. "Miss Amalia, I would be honored to walk home with you," he declared gallantly, sweeping her a grin and a bow and offering his arm once she had joined him on dry land again. "Do you know what you'll be having for dinner tonight? Perhaps dining with the handsome General?" he teased gently.
He rose from the water, shedding his scales as the colored liquid ran from them and shaking himself dry like a canine once he reached shore. Isuma chirruped happily and came winging over now that threats of splashes were behind them. "Miss Amalia, I would be honored to walk home with you," he declared gallantly, sweeping her a grin and a bow and offering his arm once she had joined him on dry land again. "Do you know what you'll be having for dinner tonight? Perhaps dining with the handsome General?" he teased gently.
