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[ there is an excess of those, at the moment. enjoy doing that while he starts crunching down on bones. ]

[a metal mug appears in her hand after a few moments of thought, contents clearly steaming, and she starts to sip serenely.]

How convenient.

Edited 2016-03-26 13:26 (UTC)

Hm...? Ah, I suppose so.

[ fastidiously licking gore off of his muzzle and then wiping it on a foreleg for good measure before stretching his neck in her direction to tongueflick at her dinner from only a few feet away. his mouth is big enough that he could eat her whole without much of a problem, but the movement is slow and smooth enough that it's very obvious that isn't his intent.

up closer, it's visible that his pupils are slitted, shading yellow and orange at the center. it's also more obvious that that sulfur-and-spice smell is him. ]

[she tips the cup his way so he can investigate it more easily, taking that opportunity to get a better look at him.]

It's zoni. I have a full stack, if you'd like to try it.

[ his eyes are on her face rather than the soup, but he doesn't seem to mind the look over regardless...? not that it's exactly easy to tell; his expression is about as readable as a python's, and the eartufts nowhere near as expressive as a Miqo'te's. they almost get lost in the downy fluff around the base of his horns.

flicking his tongue one last time and withdrawing to eye his kill instead ]

The offer is kind, but the scent is enough.

If you're sure.

[back to sipping her soup, then snagging some of the grilled mochi with her teeth and chewing at it happily.]

[ back to gently crunching down deer legs. if anything, he fluffs up more as he eats, tail and wings fanning slightly. there is a lot of the former, flight feathers trailing into a silky spill almost half as long as the rest of him. ]

[trying to get a read on his body language, coolly watching him as she eats. completely unfazed by the gore, or his stature, simply interested.]

[ fluff. the body language is fluff.

...that may actually be familiar; it's the same sort of relaxed fluffing of feathers that a bird would display, and the way his wings are slightly spread and cupped is similarly avian: like a bird of prey being protective over a kill. despite that gesture, though, he's eating in an unhurried, relaxed manner, with none of his attention visibly focused on her.

both deer corpses get eaten from nose to tail, leaving nothing behind but blood and scraps too small for him to pick up before he's satisfied to wipe his face on a foreleg again and start preening it clean. ]

[she ends up kind of categorizing his body language with that of her gryphon mount. bird-like.

she finishes her soup and re-inventories the mug, stretching with a pleased sound, movement much easier in her bard gear, even with its scaled mail.]

[ makes a faint grinding rumble back at her, muffled by a mouthful of feathers. once they're out: ]

You seem better rested.

I'm feeling much better now.

Were the lands outside my own so unrestful?

I don't have to worry about coming across other travelers out here, it seems.

Not for some time.

Ah. A longer respite, then.

[niiice]

[ slowly folding his legs under himself, tucking himself into a loaf ]

Shall I leave you to it?

[LOAFDERG]

There's no need.

[ complete with his head tucked flat against his chest for MAXIMUM POOF ]

So it's keeping yourself hidden that weighs on you, and not the prospect of company.

[what a fluffy loaf]

That largely depends on the company as well, of course.

[ so it turns out those puffing noises he'd been making when she couldn't see him were the sound of him sighing a trickle of smoke out of his nose. ]

I had assumed that was a given, considering what it currently is.

[so he's also a firebreather.]

There's no harm in stating the obvious, just in case.

[ it would explain the sulfur smell...

he just does that slow, mild blink at her again ]