[Aerith is instantly charmed. 'Cute' is not a word she'd use to describe most familiars that she's had the privilege of meeting since her arrival, but there is something undeniably endearing about a miniature moon. Well, crescent moon, really. Maybe it's the shape. She can't quite figure it out.
Perhaps Aerith just has some very awkward perceptions on what's 'cute' and what isn't.
She is a warm and welcoming individual, not shy at all about opening her arms to welcome the ironmoon down to her. Her drake, however, is not at all personable or evidently particularly keen to share his bonded.
He lazily lifts his head from where he's tucked beneath a pink ribbon and slowly begins to lift a wing before uttering a soft hiss. Perhaps a warning of his own.]
Now, don't you start. [Aerith begins, carefully reaching up with a hand to give the drake a gentle little rub over his raised wing.] You have to learn to get along. Not just with me either. I want you to be nice. Play nicely!
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[Aerith is instantly charmed. 'Cute' is not a word she'd use to describe most familiars that she's had the privilege of meeting since her arrival, but there is something undeniably endearing about a miniature moon. Well, crescent moon, really. Maybe it's the shape. She can't quite figure it out.
Perhaps Aerith just has some very awkward perceptions on what's 'cute' and what isn't.
She is a warm and welcoming individual, not shy at all about opening her arms to welcome the ironmoon down to her. Her drake, however, is not at all personable or evidently particularly keen to share his bonded.
He lazily lifts his head from where he's tucked beneath a pink ribbon and slowly begins to lift a wing before uttering a soft hiss. Perhaps a warning of his own.]
Now, don't you start. [Aerith begins, carefully reaching up with a hand to give the drake a gentle little rub over his raised wing.] You have to learn to get along. Not just with me either. I want you to be nice. Play nicely!