Ravin
08-22-2025, 01:21 PM
Though he knows it’s probably not going to help, Ravin’s grin widens at her odd reaction to his wonderful sharp teeth. She’s not the first to flinch away, and he finds that his delight at frightening his friends and family extends to strangers as well.
He only likes the initial surprise though, not the fear, and in the time it takes her to look over his dapple grey hide, wings, and colorful feathers, his teeth are once again covered by still-smiling lips. The unexpected pair of compliments that has him briefly struggling to keep them so, and he doesn’t even try as he replies.
”Could’ve been a lightning bolt, there was a pretty bad storm last night.” He suggests with a grin. “I won’t hold it against you though; it’s not like you ran off screaming. And company is in short enough supply that I can’t be too picky.” There remains a light of humor in his eyes.
Her lack of memory, far more than her manners, tell him that she is unlikely to be exactly who’d he’d been looking for. Someone who had come from somewhere else, who had seen more than the Gates and the Common Grounds, who might have adventures up their sleeve. But he had been honest earlier, that he takes to most anyone.
“Whats the last good thing you remember?” He asks, having learned from the last time he’d asked a similar question that the ‘last thing’ might be unspeakable horrors.
@Razaranje
He only likes the initial surprise though, not the fear, and in the time it takes her to look over his dapple grey hide, wings, and colorful feathers, his teeth are once again covered by still-smiling lips. The unexpected pair of compliments that has him briefly struggling to keep them so, and he doesn’t even try as he replies.
”Could’ve been a lightning bolt, there was a pretty bad storm last night.” He suggests with a grin. “I won’t hold it against you though; it’s not like you ran off screaming. And company is in short enough supply that I can’t be too picky.” There remains a light of humor in his eyes.
Her lack of memory, far more than her manners, tell him that she is unlikely to be exactly who’d he’d been looking for. Someone who had come from somewhere else, who had seen more than the Gates and the Common Grounds, who might have adventures up their sleeve. But he had been honest earlier, that he takes to most anyone.
“Whats the last good thing you remember?” He asks, having learned from the last time he’d asked a similar question that the ‘last thing’ might be unspeakable horrors.
@Razaranje