Sizhan watched with a canted head and sideways glance as the man approached from behind and sneakily worked his way toward his font. The mount’s stance shifted from foot to foot as the man’s ands worked to his face and Sizhan shook his head, water from his mouth spraying over anyone nearby as he chirped out an indifferent “kweh†before going back to his business, dunking his head messily in the water before lifting his neck again to let the liquid move down his throat.
Rhysa’s glare rose to meet the hyur’s eyes as she wiped the water from her face, her tail flicking behind her in irritation.
"Well now you’re just rewarding his awful behavior!†She stomped down into the water herself, her hands waving in gesture.
Sizahn turned back at her voice, pulling away from the stranger and stomped playfully in the water to echo her movements, his wings fluttering beside him as he squawked.
“Cute, very cute…â€
The small woman grabbed at the reins to her mount, pulling his head down to her eye level. Her free head stretched toward the saddle where she unhooked a medium sized leather pouch from the front of his gear and slid herbbow and quiver from around the horn.
"Enough of you... go! When you are ready to behave like you've any training, find me."Â
She tossed the reins to the saddle, wrapping the quickly around the horn before gesturing him off, shouldering her own gear now.  The bird replied with a fluffing of his feathers and an ecstatic series of trills before he turned abruptly,  his hind end knocking into Rhysa and sending her off her feet and toward the water with a gasp.
Rhysa’s glare rose to meet the hyur’s eyes as she wiped the water from her face, her tail flicking behind her in irritation.
"Well now you’re just rewarding his awful behavior!†She stomped down into the water herself, her hands waving in gesture.
Sizahn turned back at her voice, pulling away from the stranger and stomped playfully in the water to echo her movements, his wings fluttering beside him as he squawked.
“Cute, very cute…â€
The small woman grabbed at the reins to her mount, pulling his head down to her eye level. Her free head stretched toward the saddle where she unhooked a medium sized leather pouch from the front of his gear and slid herbbow and quiver from around the horn.
"Enough of you... go! When you are ready to behave like you've any training, find me."Â
She tossed the reins to the saddle, wrapping the quickly around the horn before gesturing him off, shouldering her own gear now.  The bird replied with a fluffing of his feathers and an ecstatic series of trills before he turned abruptly,  his hind end knocking into Rhysa and sending her off her feet and toward the water with a gasp.
