Isuma's gentle curiosity was not normally met with such violence, and the sweet-tempered little gryphon peeped in fear and backwinged, fleeing back to hide among the leaves and away from Alina and her fearsome weapon. Jigano hadn't frozen, either; upon seeing Alina leap towards his companion he had growled and leapt up - and up, shifting into the form of a silver dragon, thirty feet from nose to tail tip and over seven feet tall at the shoulders - taller at the hips as he stretched up to growl warningly at the winged woman.
Isuma scrambled to give Alina wide berth as she dodged through branches to perch between the dragon's curving horns, puffed out to almost twice her normal size in distress. Only once the gryphlet was in a place she deemed safe did she give a plaintive trill to try and de-escalate the pending violence. Jigano rumbled reluctant agreement, fighting the dragonshape's swift rage and urge to violence as he slowly settled back on his haunches and curled his head down to indicate the lantern and its precarious position upon the ground.
Isuma scrambled to give Alina wide berth as she dodged through branches to perch between the dragon's curving horns, puffed out to almost twice her normal size in distress. Only once the gryphlet was in a place she deemed safe did she give a plaintive trill to try and de-escalate the pending violence. Jigano rumbled reluctant agreement, fighting the dragonshape's swift rage and urge to violence as he slowly settled back on his haunches and curled his head down to indicate the lantern and its precarious position upon the ground.
