Rexanna had a lovely laugh, Jigano decided again, licking the chicken-flavored worm-juices from his chops. He probably should have done more to examine the meat before eating it, but he thought he'd seen something on the notice board about it and it certainly smelled like food. It was a little embarrassing to be seen giving in to his animal instincts, but he'd been taking poor care of himself lately. Not sleeping well, with the loss of his dreams, and an accompanying loss of appetite as the stress of everything that was happening within the barrier left him fighting against time he didn't have enough of to find answers for people who didn't necessarily want them.
Hence today's trip to clear his head... and his swift pounce on something that actually woke his appetite, no matter how disgusting the creature it came from might have been before the fire cooked it.
Well, part of it. The front part, at least.
Of course he should have realized that Rexanna would be pragmatic and, no matter her glowing beauty, unafraid to get her hands dirty. Though he couldn't help but notice that the char and slime didn't seem to stick to her at all. It was only a moment's notice, however, as another chunk of worm landed near him, tossed by her lovely hand. It was conveniently bite-sized, and his ears perked forward as he snapped it up. For a moment he forgot about his wet and bedraggled appearance, happily partaking of the treats his friend was feeding him.
Her compliment was what brought him up short, suddenly uncertain as her words echoed down his memory to a day in a garden, and the seeds they had planted together. He might remember it, and the conversation they had shared after helping Bastien... but she didn't know who stood before her now. She was just being kind to an animal, or a stranger, and guilt had him whining, ears flattening and looking somehow even more pathetic for being dripping wet.
The worm's death throes might have stilled, but they hadn't gone unnoticed. It had sent tremors through the earth, and those vibrations had let others know that their Great Puddle was at risk. Though the sky was clear, if they listened carefully they might hear the quiet rumble of what sounded like distant thunder...
Hence today's trip to clear his head... and his swift pounce on something that actually woke his appetite, no matter how disgusting the creature it came from might have been before the fire cooked it.
Well, part of it. The front part, at least.
Of course he should have realized that Rexanna would be pragmatic and, no matter her glowing beauty, unafraid to get her hands dirty. Though he couldn't help but notice that the char and slime didn't seem to stick to her at all. It was only a moment's notice, however, as another chunk of worm landed near him, tossed by her lovely hand. It was conveniently bite-sized, and his ears perked forward as he snapped it up. For a moment he forgot about his wet and bedraggled appearance, happily partaking of the treats his friend was feeding him.
Her compliment was what brought him up short, suddenly uncertain as her words echoed down his memory to a day in a garden, and the seeds they had planted together. He might remember it, and the conversation they had shared after helping Bastien... but she didn't know who stood before her now. She was just being kind to an animal, or a stranger, and guilt had him whining, ears flattening and looking somehow even more pathetic for being dripping wet.
The worm's death throes might have stilled, but they hadn't gone unnoticed. It had sent tremors through the earth, and those vibrations had let others know that their Great Puddle was at risk. Though the sky was clear, if they listened carefully they might hear the quiet rumble of what sounded like distant thunder...
