he supposed he should be shocked, face to face with a beast of legend. could be worse– the monster could’ve bitten his head off and been done with it by now if it meant any great measure of harm. at the moment, he was probably some new curious thing it’s found and still can’t gauge, and he was alright with that.
his initial surprise eased away, brows lowering, leaving a tempered smile in its wake, and he raised a hand into view. in its palm was nestled a block of wood, partially carved into what was thus far appearing the shape of a wyvern– at least, that’s what the book he was using for reference called it.
“so, how’s it lookin’? okay so far?”
may as well get an opinion from a real dragon, right? at least a snort of approval or something. if it ate him, he’d know who to blame. the book– obviously the book.
Those who got too near the black beast usually became a target for biting practice. Especially if they were a stranger and someone whom she didn’t know at all. Holding out your hand to the wyvern was almost asking for your hand to be bitten, but luckily the item in hand would interest her. It’d do nothing but observe for almost what seemed like for a minute before she’d open her massive jaws and proceed to give a loud howling screech for those within the mile to hear.
With the response to him, it’s rider would give a laugh as she had came to see what the ruckus would be about. The sight she saw, she’d describe it as adorable. ❝ Minerva said it’s decent looking, she likes it. ❞ Instead of a screeching loud booming voice from a wyvern, Cherche would think it’d probably be best if a normal voice would translate. Perhaps not make someone go deaf as well.
❝ A hobby of your’s mayhaps? Or just something for fun for the moment? ❞ While the wyvern would be somewhat interested in the man’s actions, the rider would be interested in the carving as well. It was definitely cute, she hadn’t seen wood carvings of the beautiful creatures before.
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