Faolan didn't really know what to say. What could he say? The deer moved on after the buck snorted and pushed through the grass. It was a nice break from the usual hunters, but migrations were in order and there was an important pitstop before the mass travel. Faolan frowned as the deer stepped away. Should he comfort Auxina?
"The deer will be fine," Faolan said. "Wild animals are not the same as other peoples."
That was probably inappropriate and he was already kicking himself mentally for saying anything. It would be best to just keep going. He flipped open a tiny compass that was embedded in one of his bracers. They were heading to far west. In a mile or two, they's have to veer a little more north. That was about where Faolan remembered G'reg being last.
They had an interesting conversation about expectations. G'reg decided that being secretive was better than saying anything, and Faolan strongly disagreed. G'reg said he'd be back soon, spread his wings, and took off. And he still wasn't back. Which Faolan found intensely annoying. He'd be sure to give the dragon a shove when they were together again. Only because Faolan couldn't really do much else.
There was more shuffling in the grass as they continued west. It was relatively quiet for a long time until it was close. Within twenty paces or so. That didn't bode well.
The shuffling sounds stopped and Faolan turned his head, coming face to face with a dragon. And by the looks of it, it wasn't a friendly one. Faolan remained completely still and hoped for a brief moment that Auxina was well versed enough to not make any sudden movements or loud sounds. Faolan took an experimental and very slow step backwards.
He made a number of hand gestures, some of which he hoped Auxina was able to understand, though it was relatively simple enough: Don't run.
"The deer will be fine," Faolan said. "Wild animals are not the same as other peoples."
That was probably inappropriate and he was already kicking himself mentally for saying anything. It would be best to just keep going. He flipped open a tiny compass that was embedded in one of his bracers. They were heading to far west. In a mile or two, they's have to veer a little more north. That was about where Faolan remembered G'reg being last.
They had an interesting conversation about expectations. G'reg decided that being secretive was better than saying anything, and Faolan strongly disagreed. G'reg said he'd be back soon, spread his wings, and took off. And he still wasn't back. Which Faolan found intensely annoying. He'd be sure to give the dragon a shove when they were together again. Only because Faolan couldn't really do much else.
There was more shuffling in the grass as they continued west. It was relatively quiet for a long time until it was close. Within twenty paces or so. That didn't bode well.
The shuffling sounds stopped and Faolan turned his head, coming face to face with a dragon. And by the looks of it, it wasn't a friendly one. Faolan remained completely still and hoped for a brief moment that Auxina was well versed enough to not make any sudden movements or loud sounds. Faolan took an experimental and very slow step backwards.
He made a number of hand gestures, some of which he hoped Auxina was able to understand, though it was relatively simple enough: Don't run.
