Ah, there's a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and Rumi stills, the only sound being the sound of his breathing as gold eyes glance over towards the rider. When Claude speaks, it's as light as ever but there's that sense of... vagueness that he's prone to giving off,)
What kid wouldn't want a wyvern, right? (That much he can relate to, at least,) Maybe Rumi'll let you get to know him some time.
I think he's a little stressed right now. Do you see his wings?
(The way they're not quite tucked but not quite spread either? Somewhere in between and still, he's stuck in some defensive form.)
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Ah, there's a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and Rumi stills, the only sound being the sound of his breathing as gold eyes glance over towards the rider. When Claude speaks, it's as light as ever but there's that sense of... vagueness that he's prone to giving off,)
What kid wouldn't want a wyvern, right? (That much he can relate to, at least,) Maybe Rumi'll let you get to know him some time.
I think he's a little stressed right now. Do you see his wings?
(The way they're not quite tucked but not quite spread either? Somewhere in between and still, he's stuck in some defensive form.)