Flying lessons? It certainly seemed to be, and nearly successful, too - until Isuma's protest distracted the little dragon. Jigano watched to make sure that she was safely caught before turning to tap his own companion's head with a gently admonishing paw. She peeped again in quieter protest that she had done nothing wrong, but before the foxy bard could reply, the man called out to them.
He considered for a moment whether he wanted to go down the snow drift or not. He doubted the man would follow if he turned around and simply left. But... he was very curious about the dragon, and Isuma had caught sight of her as well, little body quivering in fascination and a strong desire to play that he could sense even without seeing how her tail switched back and forth with eagerness. He huffed a little laugh through his mouthful of mouse, finding the decision already made.
He trotted down the snowbank, paws sinking into the fresh powder and the gryphlet hopping through the shallower snow in his tracks, unfledged wings fluttering with each bounce. When he reached a body length away from Ronin and Sugar he stopped and looked up at them with amused blue eyes. When he was sure he had both of their attention he crunched down on the mouse on his jaws, ducking his head to step on its tail and tear it in half. He tossed his head so half the mouse would land near Ronin - and the small dragon on his arm. The other half was almost immediately pounced on by the gryphon, who buried her little face in its steaming innards with fierce joy and little peeps of excitement for lunch.
As for Jigano, he sat back daintily and began to wash his muzzle with tongue and paw, keeping one mischievously twinkling blue eye on Ronin as he did so.
He considered for a moment whether he wanted to go down the snow drift or not. He doubted the man would follow if he turned around and simply left. But... he was very curious about the dragon, and Isuma had caught sight of her as well, little body quivering in fascination and a strong desire to play that he could sense even without seeing how her tail switched back and forth with eagerness. He huffed a little laugh through his mouthful of mouse, finding the decision already made.
He trotted down the snowbank, paws sinking into the fresh powder and the gryphlet hopping through the shallower snow in his tracks, unfledged wings fluttering with each bounce. When he reached a body length away from Ronin and Sugar he stopped and looked up at them with amused blue eyes. When he was sure he had both of their attention he crunched down on the mouse on his jaws, ducking his head to step on its tail and tear it in half. He tossed his head so half the mouse would land near Ronin - and the small dragon on his arm. The other half was almost immediately pounced on by the gryphon, who buried her little face in its steaming innards with fierce joy and little peeps of excitement for lunch.
As for Jigano, he sat back daintily and began to wash his muzzle with tongue and paw, keeping one mischievously twinkling blue eye on Ronin as he did so.
