Despite a few setbacks, the Perch finally came to fruition. Steel and iron, softened by snow moss and ready to be decorated and surrounded with offerings, took their place in the center of Sanctuary and Jigano stood back with a grin for Aisha and Deimos – and even a nod of gratitude for Sunjata’s help. The General’s smirking suggesting widened his grin again as the bard rolled his shoulders, feeling the press of wings beneath the skin of his back. ”I could give it a go,” he offered. ”I’m not as big as she is, but I might make a good test run.”
A pause, and he gave Sunjata a measured look. You may not want to watch this, he offered, gruff warning that he was about to take a shape he knew made the other man uneasy.
He hated this part, though. Shifting in company, with eyes upon him, and he gave himself at least a pretense of privacy – and Sunjata time to turn away or leave - by walking around to the other side of the main beam before he let the change ripple over him, silver scales and feathers overtaking skin and pale hair as clothes faded and the dragon stretched its sinuous length against the snow. Backing up to give himself room, he crouched and then leapt skyward, broad-feathered wings beating and swirling snow in a localized storm beneath him as he gained height and then drifted down to settle lightly into the moss-lined nest, peering over the edge to give Deimos a sly wink.
Not even a shake! Feels sturdy enough to me. And there’s room for more if anyone else wants to come up and help with the trial run.
A pause, and he gave Sunjata a measured look. You may not want to watch this, he offered, gruff warning that he was about to take a shape he knew made the other man uneasy.
He hated this part, though. Shifting in company, with eyes upon him, and he gave himself at least a pretense of privacy – and Sunjata time to turn away or leave - by walking around to the other side of the main beam before he let the change ripple over him, silver scales and feathers overtaking skin and pale hair as clothes faded and the dragon stretched its sinuous length against the snow. Backing up to give himself room, he crouched and then leapt skyward, broad-feathered wings beating and swirling snow in a localized storm beneath him as he gained height and then drifted down to settle lightly into the moss-lined nest, peering over the edge to give Deimos a sly wink.
Not even a shake! Feels sturdy enough to me. And there’s room for more if anyone else wants to come up and help with the trial run.
