A grey-steel head and a pair of green eyes emerged from the water and recognized the woman and gourd with pleasant surprise. The dragonling was a new addition, but his attention was soon pulled back to the way Melita swung her staff with fierce and fiery grace.
He waited until she had paused - for a breath, to set a new stance or begin a new sequence, the reason unknown - and then he lifted his head and shoulders fully from the water and swam close to the pool's edge, giving Fangorn and the new little one a nod in greeting. "Hello, Melita. Would you like something more challenging to hit?" Green eyes gleamed with amusement that remained well-hidden behind his stoic expression, but his whiplike tail switched in the water below, a lazy slash of approaching mischief.
He waited until she had paused - for a breath, to set a new stance or begin a new sequence, the reason unknown - and then he lifted his head and shoulders fully from the water and swam close to the pool's edge, giving Fangorn and the new little one a nod in greeting. "Hello, Melita. Would you like something more challenging to hit?" Green eyes gleamed with amusement that remained well-hidden behind his stoic expression, but his whiplike tail switched in the water below, a lazy slash of approaching mischief.
