Norrington seems more than happy for the attention Eva gives him, even if he can't visually express it; mostly because he doesn't know how to smile properly without giving people a heart attack.Â
He swallows what remains of his dinner and then proceeds to rub his head against her hand. Truth be known, he can't really feel it where the scales are thicker and tougher, but he does have a nice, soft, warm underbelly that is lightly covered in smaller scales. That's where he likes to be scratched the most.
Myst walks up to Eva, pulling on her shirt. "Lady, where is mister lion going?"
Norrington looks back to G'leo, huffing. If carefully observed, one might notice a look of determination cross its face, but the drake lets it fade as quickly as it might be seen.Â
Eva's scratching his chin now; he likes this even more.
"Also, also, also..." Myst continues without pause. "You are super cool! And GROOOOOOSS. You threw poop!"
Norrington follows her quietly into the camp. It's going to be a long while before he will see his master again.
He swallows what remains of his dinner and then proceeds to rub his head against her hand. Truth be known, he can't really feel it where the scales are thicker and tougher, but he does have a nice, soft, warm underbelly that is lightly covered in smaller scales. That's where he likes to be scratched the most.
Myst walks up to Eva, pulling on her shirt. "Lady, where is mister lion going?"
Norrington looks back to G'leo, huffing. If carefully observed, one might notice a look of determination cross its face, but the drake lets it fade as quickly as it might be seen.Â
Eva's scratching his chin now; he likes this even more.
"Also, also, also..." Myst continues without pause. "You are super cool! And GROOOOOOSS. You threw poop!"
Norrington follows her quietly into the camp. It's going to be a long while before he will see his master again.
