Rexanna's smile made his silly walk and lack of dignity worth it, Jigano decided. This was good practice for using his raven form anyways, and since the radiantly beautiful woman didn't seem to be suspicious as to his identity... well, what was the harm in staying around for a little bit? He might have an easier time helping her dig in the dirt in his fox form, but it was too late for that now. And the raven made his friend laugh, which was worth more than simple efficiency.
He cocked his head, watching her fiddle with her pocket and a packet of something that rattled in a vaguely familiar sort of way. The seeds that were carefully spilled onto the paper were a curious sort and he hopped closer to examine them with bright blue eyes, tilting his head one way and then the other. Vegetables? Or flowers? Or herbs for cooking, perhaps? There were several options as Rex spoke to him, but he was a little embarrassed to admit that he wasn't the expert she seemed to think he was. He had helped his mother with her garden of medicinal and cooking plants when he'd been small, but it had been more than fifteen years since then.
He watched her as she poked hesitantly in the dirt, his thoughts racing to recall those faraway days and what he remembered her telling him. The depth of her thumb... wasn't it? Rexanna's hole was too small and too shallow; the seeds would be scratched up by a hungry bird or washed away in a strong rain. Croaking - as much to himself as her - he walked with his off-balance strut over to her and, looking from her hole to a place nearby, stabbed his beak into the dirt, twisting it about a bit to make the hole stable. Stepping back he fluffed up his feathers and clacking his beak to get the loose grains of dirt from it, examining his handiwork. A bit larger than what his mother used to make, but it looked like the right depth, and the width didn't really matter when it would be covered over once the seeds were safely inside anyways.
He cocked his head, watching her fiddle with her pocket and a packet of something that rattled in a vaguely familiar sort of way. The seeds that were carefully spilled onto the paper were a curious sort and he hopped closer to examine them with bright blue eyes, tilting his head one way and then the other. Vegetables? Or flowers? Or herbs for cooking, perhaps? There were several options as Rex spoke to him, but he was a little embarrassed to admit that he wasn't the expert she seemed to think he was. He had helped his mother with her garden of medicinal and cooking plants when he'd been small, but it had been more than fifteen years since then.
He watched her as she poked hesitantly in the dirt, his thoughts racing to recall those faraway days and what he remembered her telling him. The depth of her thumb... wasn't it? Rexanna's hole was too small and too shallow; the seeds would be scratched up by a hungry bird or washed away in a strong rain. Croaking - as much to himself as her - he walked with his off-balance strut over to her and, looking from her hole to a place nearby, stabbed his beak into the dirt, twisting it about a bit to make the hole stable. Stepping back he fluffed up his feathers and clacking his beak to get the loose grains of dirt from it, examining his handiwork. A bit larger than what his mother used to make, but it looked like the right depth, and the width didn't really matter when it would be covered over once the seeds were safely inside anyways.
