[His eyes drop to the Eagle for a moment, but if he has a thought about it, he doesn't speak it. Instead he just grins, pushing the creature's head back to access more of the scales on her neck.]
Setareh, my spoiled girl. [The wyvern huffs, as if she knows she's been spoken about--or perhaps it's just the scratches she's receiving.] She's a little rambunctious with me, but not too bad with other people. [By wyvern standards, at least.]
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Setareh, my spoiled girl. [The wyvern huffs, as if she knows she's been spoken about--or perhaps it's just the scratches she's receiving.] She's a little rambunctious with me, but not too bad with other people. [By wyvern standards, at least.]