I am. Jigano: Loreseeker, bard, and general busybody, he introduced himself with a rather cheerful mental tone, still trying to reassure. Shifting into another form may have been faster, but it also would have been colder and he was tired after a long day. There was both comfort and strength in the dragon's bones, and any of the Tundra's other predators would be unlikely to approach them while he wore them. Are you...? Hmm. He dipped his head to try and peer at Korbin's face without getting any closer. Are you Weaver's brother, by chance? Korbin? Loren had suggested not mentioning his name to the young man in the letter he'd sent, but Weaver had mentioned her younger brother during their chat on the way to the Kraai.
He straightened again, fighting the urge to preen as he saw Korbin's interest. He could be a vain creature in any shape, but the dragon's pride, like its temper, tended to amplify it. I could walk with you back to within sight of the walls, Jigano offered, though not without a bit of yearning for that hot meal back at home. Unless you preferred to fly? You're the raven who helped prepare the Palace rooms for the Grounders, aren't you?
He straightened again, fighting the urge to preen as he saw Korbin's interest. He could be a vain creature in any shape, but the dragon's pride, like its temper, tended to amplify it. I could walk with you back to within sight of the walls, Jigano offered, though not without a bit of yearning for that hot meal back at home. Unless you preferred to fly? You're the raven who helped prepare the Palace rooms for the Grounders, aren't you?
