07.Jul.21, 11:06 AM
There was something looming behind A'mos, and considering he was not a short man by any means it was an awkward and uncomfortable feeling. But Fayath seemed more or less fine, she wasn't spooked though she was still quite embarrassed as she slumped over so slightly and reached her long tail over to wrap around his leg for a sense of security. So long as she wasn't actually afraid he wasn't bothered, though he did turn his head over so slightly to catch a glimpse of the rather distinct icy blue.
I tried to go hunting, the little green said, still deeply embarrassed that she'd run away from the wherry and didn't even have anything to show for it. A'mos moved to clean one of the more sensitive scrapes across a joint on her leg and she winced, giving out a soft pained squeak as she briefly tugged the limb away. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry, I know it stings but we have to get these cleaned up and get you oiled so that they'll heal nicely." He frowned, bristling not only at the idea that he'd hurt her, but that some wherry had made him do it. He'd never considered trying to punch an animal before, but suddenly the idea had a certain appeal.
After a moment to lick at the wound herself she daintily returned her foreleg to her rider's reach so that he could start over on getting it cleaned. Fayath turned back to Zeianth, even more embarrassed now, but trying to distract herself as she softly admitted,The wherry got away... "You'll get it next time, sweetheart. Though maybe bring a friend to help you." A'mos was far more worried about his precious little green than bothered about what others would think about her ability to hunt.
After a moment to lick at the wound herself she daintily returned her foreleg to her rider's reach so that he could start over on getting it cleaned. Fayath turned back to Zeianth, even more embarrassed now, but trying to distract herself as she softly admitted,