[To see a cherubic dragon hurtling towards his face, Glenn's first instinct is not to duck, but to carefully catch it before it can collide into his face. Holding onto the little creature, a very faint, bemused smile curls his lips, and once he's sure it's ready to fly again, he lets it go.]
Be mindful, little one. Not all have reflexes like mine.
[His gaze slides up to Seteth's, the color of his irises flickering from the coloration of the dragon's scales to the color of Seteth's eyes, for a moment.]
Beg pardon. I did not intend to intrude.
[As if the dragon hurtling towards his face was his fault.
[That said, Seteth may notice that the stranger's clothing is more like a skintight one-piece of something, the material pitch black and glossy, and leaving very little to the imagination. With boots with thick treads and gloves that seem to have additional padding at the fingertips.]
dergons!!
Be mindful, little one. Not all have reflexes like mine.
[His gaze slides up to Seteth's, the color of his irises flickering from the coloration of the dragon's scales to the color of Seteth's eyes, for a moment.]
Beg pardon. I did not intend to intrude.
[As if the dragon hurtling towards his face was his fault.
[That said, Seteth may notice that the stranger's clothing is more like a skintight one-piece of something, the material pitch black and glossy, and leaving very little to the imagination. With boots with thick treads and gloves that seem to have additional padding at the fingertips.]