He didn't blame Tarasha for their caution; wariness in the face of such a large predator as the shape he currently wore was only sensible. There was a flicker of mischief in his heart, however, that wished to see how they would respond to him if they didn't recognize him, and since they didn't seem to be afraid he saw no reason to shift back just yet.
Watching a Fae in flight was always a fascinating sight, and the dragon was even more delighted at the bow his friend executed in mid-air. He raised his head - slowly - so that he could give Tarasha a solemn nod in return. As he did, the basket caught his eye and he tilted his head at her, a questioning note rumbling up his range from bass to tenor croon that whistled from his jaws. He snorted a gentle puff of cool air at the elegant construction, poking towards it with his nose before looking back at her in - he hoped - obvious interest.
Watching a Fae in flight was always a fascinating sight, and the dragon was even more delighted at the bow his friend executed in mid-air. He raised his head - slowly - so that he could give Tarasha a solemn nod in return. As he did, the basket caught his eye and he tilted his head at her, a questioning note rumbling up his range from bass to tenor croon that whistled from his jaws. He snorted a gentle puff of cool air at the elegant construction, poking towards it with his nose before looking back at her in - he hoped - obvious interest.
