[Around the two of them, the silvery star-fish reappear, some of them nuzzling up to Hilda's fluttery feathers, now that their -- creator, owner, whatever isn't irritable anymore. As quick as he is to flare into annoyance, Koby's just as easily soothed, especially by things he's never seen before. These are few and far between nowadays, considering how long he's lived, so his excitement is genuine.
As is his expected, nearly automatic question:] Is it safe? Do you -- know them? [Meeting wyverns = great. Riding wyverns = even better. Taming potentially dangerous wyverns = not so high on Koby's list of preferred activities.
Still, he doesn't resist her tugging him along, stumbling a bit, stardust trailing behind him like the tail of a comet.] Careful, don't startle them. [This from the guy who has never met a wyvern and therefore has no idea if startling them is bad or not.]
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As is his expected, nearly automatic question:] Is it safe? Do you -- know them? [Meeting wyverns = great. Riding wyverns = even better. Taming potentially dangerous wyverns = not so high on Koby's list of preferred activities.
Still, he doesn't resist her tugging him along, stumbling a bit, stardust trailing behind him like the tail of a comet.] Careful, don't startle them. [This from the guy who has never met a wyvern and therefore has no idea if startling them is bad or not.]