[Saralegui stiffened as the other dragon investigated him -- not so much fear as an uncertainty of what else to do. Would moving be interpreted as a brush off, or an attempt to escape? He just remained still, peering down at it over Shima's wings, until it was apparently satisfied and moving to casually wreck the desk.]
Is that why the rest of this place is so empty?
[The only thing resembling furniture he'd seen outside this room was the perch by the door. He'd been faintly concerned the whole trip through the estate before coming to this actually lived-in looking room.
Nodding again, Saralegui moved to hand his little dragon over, only to be thwarted by her suddenly tightened grip and anxious whine. It was a little like having a small child latched onto his torso, only one with claws that scratched at his shoulders and were probably ruining this shirt. Ah well. The shirt was already bloodstained anyway.
Exasperated, and faintly embarrassed by the struggle:]
Let go.
[Perhaps she actually recognized the hint of scolding in his tone, as she finally eased her grip and let him pass her off to Tzilan. Still, she craned her neck to keep an eye on her master however she was moved, and Saralegui sighed, rolling his eyes at this fretting.]
Settle down. I'm not going anywhere, alright?
[Evidently, he'd gotten over the awkwardness of talking to a creature he didn't think really understood him.]
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Is that why the rest of this place is so empty?
[The only thing resembling furniture he'd seen outside this room was the perch by the door. He'd been faintly concerned the whole trip through the estate before coming to this actually lived-in looking room.
Nodding again, Saralegui moved to hand his little dragon over, only to be thwarted by her suddenly tightened grip and anxious whine. It was a little like having a small child latched onto his torso, only one with claws that scratched at his shoulders and were probably ruining this shirt. Ah well. The shirt was already bloodstained anyway.
Exasperated, and faintly embarrassed by the struggle:]
Let go.
[Perhaps she actually recognized the hint of scolding in his tone, as she finally eased her grip and let him pass her off to Tzilan. Still, she craned her neck to keep an eye on her master however she was moved, and Saralegui sighed, rolling his eyes at this fretting.]
Settle down. I'm not going anywhere, alright?
[Evidently, he'd gotten over the awkwardness of talking to a creature he didn't think really understood him.]