That is certainly not what Skellig was expecting her to do with her hand, but he isn't bothered by it. Cautiously (she may not want him to touch her, but he is not afraid) and curiously he extends his hand to touch the back of hers, running his fingertips over the scales.
"My talons are not nearly as impressive. They are more...suggestions, when needed." There is a slight ripple to the air around his hand, and although the form of his fingers does not appear to shift to the eye, the idea of talons at the ends of his nails will flit across Kreyu's senses. "Yours are lovely."
If he sounds slightly envious, well, he is.
"And all I managed was to crush his bones and snap his neck where he knelt," he adds. He might even sound vaguely disappointed.
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Date: 2024-03-28 10:40 pm (UTC)"My talons are not nearly as impressive. They are more...suggestions, when needed." There is a slight ripple to the air around his hand, and although the form of his fingers does not appear to shift to the eye, the idea of talons at the ends of his nails will flit across Kreyu's senses. "Yours are lovely."
If he sounds slightly envious, well, he is.
"And all I managed was to crush his bones and snap his neck where he knelt," he adds. He might even sound vaguely disappointed.