[Something softens at the edge of his lips at her words, a fondness bubbling in his chest as he continues to scratch Setareh's scales. A lot of soldiers took their mounts for granted--something expendable on the battlefield, or a tool only used for war. So it was nice to see someone share his sentiment on the creatures--as well as noticing the care he put into raising her.
(It wasn't often that Claude liked to be known, especially when it came to the care he put into things. But he'd let it slide for his dear little star.)]
A wise choice. Trust between rider and mount can only turn out the best results for both parties.
[He coos something too low to be understood across the watch to the wyvern at the word remarkable, and she shakes her wings out in turn, another grumbling noise coming from her.] If you're talking about the size of a mature wyvern in my world, then she is as large as they tend to get at this age. Sometimes wild wyverns grow larger if that manage to live long enough, but... [He shrugs, looking back to the camera with a brow raised.]
Do they grow larger where you're from, or did he grow smaller on arrival here?
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(It wasn't often that Claude liked to be known, especially when it came to the care he put into things. But he'd let it slide for his dear little star.)]
A wise choice. Trust between rider and mount can only turn out the best results for both parties.
[He coos something too low to be understood across the watch to the wyvern at the word remarkable, and she shakes her wings out in turn, another grumbling noise coming from her.] If you're talking about the size of a mature wyvern in my world, then she is as large as they tend to get at this age. Sometimes wild wyverns grow larger if that manage to live long enough, but... [He shrugs, looking back to the camera with a brow raised.]
Do they grow larger where you're from, or did he grow smaller on arrival here?