Oh ho, a mysterious one? The lack of detail set the bard's curiosity to itching, but he held it in check for the moment as he paused behind her to let her read the trail. He might have shifted form to better sniff out the scent of their quarry, but he had no idea what a ramphire smelled like, so he relied on Kinne's expertise to guide them both.
"I'm sorry to hear about your brother," he offered quietly, and stepping back to give her space as she rose and began to lead the way once more.
Her question brought a flicker of mischief to blue eyes, however, and a desire to tweak her tail as she'd done to him. "Mostly I stick my nose in places I probably shouldn't, when I'm not helping out on my partner's farm." He spoke with a friendly tone, keeping his eyes on the jungle around them, alert for other predators. "Do you do much sailing?"
"I'm sorry to hear about your brother," he offered quietly, and stepping back to give her space as she rose and began to lead the way once more.
Her question brought a flicker of mischief to blue eyes, however, and a desire to tweak her tail as she'd done to him. "Mostly I stick my nose in places I probably shouldn't, when I'm not helping out on my partner's farm." He spoke with a friendly tone, keeping his eyes on the jungle around them, alert for other predators. "Do you do much sailing?"
