[ The wyvern is not quite like a cat, but she does seem to react positively to a hand being extended. There's a moment where she seems to be sizing Beau up, assessing the threat, before walking over to
sniff and then lick her hand with her bloody tongue. ]
Sahar. Sorry, she's a little gross after she eats.
[ He doesn't sound very sorry, and there's nothing but fondness and amusement coming from him as he watches her accept the scritches, pressing her snout into Beau's hand before stepping even closer, examining her with loud snuffles. ]
[ He grins a little, the happiness that radiates off Beau lifting his own spirits.
Sahar only has a sweet of hind legs with powerful claws tipping her feet, so she can't quite climb atop Beau, but she invades her space nonetheless. Until she leans back again spreading out white wings with delicate pink webbing. ]
[sometimes animal therapy is nice! she seems a little less like she wants to die, so that's good!]
Yeah, definitely worth it. Having a companion around like this is nice. [a beat, and then, joking:] I only ever get to cuddle t-rexes for an hour at a time.
[she never used to be a touchy person, but it turns out that once you realize you're touch-starved, you want more, maybe!]
Just a hand on an arm helps. [...] Back home, Caleb can use his magic to see through his cat's eyes. While he's doing that he can't sense anything else, so he usually grabs at me to keep him steady.
[she smiles a little.] It's nice to be trusted. Haven't had a lot of that before.
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-- Holy shit! [beau startles and scrambles to make room, before:] Oh - wow. Wow, I've never seen one this close before. [nerd]
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[ There's no hiding the pride that is radiating off him. ]
She's well-trained around humans, if you'd like to make friends.
[ And indeed, she is happily swallowing her lunch whole. It is not a goose. ]
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she will politely wait until the wyvern is done eating, and then will hold out her hand? like the wyvern is a big cat.]
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sniff and then lick her hand with her bloody tongue. ]
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she will scritch the wyvern's snoot!!]
Does she have a name?
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[ He doesn't sound very sorry, and there's nothing but fondness and amusement coming from him as he watches her accept the scritches, pressing her snout into Beau's hand before stepping even closer, examining her with loud snuffles. ]
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she's actually genuinely happy about this, nosing at the wyvern like she's a big dog.]
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Sahar only has a sweet of hind legs with powerful claws tipping her feet, so she can't quite climb atop Beau, but she invades her space nonetheless. Until she leans back again spreading out white wings with delicate pink webbing. ]
She's showing off.
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Did you get her back with vouchers?
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Yeah. She cost a pretty penny too- 8 vouchers. But it was worth it. Missed having a friend from home.
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Yeah, definitely worth it. Having a companion around like this is nice. [a beat, and then, joking:] I only ever get to cuddle t-rexes for an hour at a time.
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What? Cuddling Caleb at his normal isn't worth it?
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Definitely not, it's like trying to hug a bar of soap.
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He's not big on touch. It's fine, he's got his reasons. [there's just this like, wave of fierce protectiveness.]
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To be honest, I'm much the same. But I've learned that a small touch can go a long way since coming here.
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[she never used to be a touchy person, but it turns out that once you realize you're touch-starved, you want more, maybe!]
Just a hand on an arm helps. [...] Back home, Caleb can use his magic to see through his cat's eyes. While he's doing that he can't sense anything else, so he usually grabs at me to keep him steady.
[she smiles a little.] It's nice to be trusted. Haven't had a lot of that before.
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No? But you were travelling with quite a close group, weren't you?
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Oh, I see. And you were... alone before?
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... Yeah, something like that. [she says, but - it's not very sad. she's pretty neutral on it, these days. maybe a little angry, sometimes.
and then, flatly:] I lived in my dad's house until he had me kidnapped by monks.
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... That's a very strange way to show fatherly affection.
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Yeah, that's a word for it. It's - whatever. I was a dick of a kid, he wasn't great as a dad, things worked out.