gait;
[ @slyzico ]
If he had to partner up with Zicovian at all, Joshua would have much rather it have been without the extra burden of pleasing a hippogriff at the same time. In some ways, he lamented, keeping a steady eye on the one they’d chosen - a pretty champagne that brought to mind the Abraxans his mother had always favoured, albeit significantly smaller, closer to Aethonans - he had the strange suspicion that he was dealing with not one but two beings that would keep his on his toes.
It was not a comforting thought.
Still, he bowed low. His pride, in this case at least, was not worth being the meal of a sharp-taloned creature and Joshua considered himself lucky on every front that while not particularly delighted to have to deal with a strange biped she didn’t know, the hippogriff seemed to accept his presence with little fuss and a nod in return.
Good - he would take what he could get.
“Zicovian,” his voice was calm, but it rang through the little paddock well enough that he was sure the other would have heard clearly. “Please remember, if you’d rather we both keep our limbs intact, that your attitude - as lovely as it is - won’t impress here.”
