[For the few seconds longer that it takes for the wyvern to show, Morrigan's eyebrow continues to climb up her hairline, expression fixed on Claude as if to say 'well? I'm waiting.'
Thankfully she doesn't have to start making snarky quips when she hears it approaching, looking bewildered and wary. People don't tame these beasts where she's from. Dracolisks? Sure. Weird, but sure. By a full-grown wyvern? Hello??]
Wings... So it's a female. [Well maybe wyverns work differently from other dragons, but it doesn't stop Morrigan from sounding like she obviously knows all about this. She steps up to the bars, eyeing Zafeera with open appreciation]
Absolutely beautiful. I thank you for this. [It's not like it takes much to get the bars shoved open enough to let her slip out, carefully getting on Zafeera to sit. If she's nervous, it doesn't show on her face--though her posture is certainly quite stiff]
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Thankfully she doesn't have to start making snarky quips when she hears it approaching, looking bewildered and wary. People don't tame these beasts where she's from. Dracolisks? Sure. Weird, but sure. By a full-grown wyvern? Hello??]
Wings... So it's a female. [Well maybe wyverns work differently from other dragons, but it doesn't stop Morrigan from sounding like she obviously knows all about this. She steps up to the bars, eyeing Zafeera with open appreciation]
Absolutely beautiful. I thank you for this. [It's not like it takes much to get the bars shoved open enough to let her slip out, carefully getting on Zafeera to sit. If she's nervous, it doesn't show on her face--though her posture is certainly quite stiff]