She tilts her head slightly. {Ah I see..in most tales I've heard I know the former was once common.} The latter.Not so much but there were many creatures and beings who were serpentine-like. Or..well there were. {We have Chimera's back in The Enchanted Forests } That's the closest to feathered she seen. Well. She shivers. {Well, There's..ahem some stories about Python and Apollo. } Yes, that one was sometimes depicted as plumed..and with deadly purid breathe and the like.
She hums, {Ah, well..I know more about the Western sorts..but..Lungs..and Luck dragons are very long..and have whiskers..The latter has fur instead of scales. } She begins to explain. {Wyverns tend to be two legged, but erm..} She pauses for a moment with an apologetic smile. {Very old or..large ones that don't have legs are often called Wyrms. They tend to like wells and that sort of thing.} Recalling the tales of knights and heroes of old she'd oft admired and had read/devoured hungrily and eagerly in her youth.
She gently pets his nearest feathers half in sympathy and half in trying to comfort and center herself. {Funny, how apples tend to pop up in most cultures don't they?} She half softly asks. Recalling the Golden Apple of Discord and The Judgement of Paris as well. Which had been two of the inciting incidents of The Trojan War. Which had been another end of a 'Golden Age.' That of Heroes and Demigods r least had meant to be, some say. After all Zeus had overthrown his father and he knew someday one of his sons were destined to do so to him. Though it hardly stopped The Sky Lord from having scores of young.
She smiles softly and eases a little. "Oh good." She murmurs her shoulders sag in relief even more. "And thank you." She murmurs, feeling better. After all, Heavens forbid something happened but it was always good to have an exit plan/safe meeting place in case of an emergency.
She blinks, her lips twitch. "Why thank ya." She murmurs and bemusedly coughs. That was probably the nicest thing she'd heard of late from anyone outside her pack. She softly clears her throat and gently leans a little forward so she can balance and hold on better. "Ready when you are." she murmurs and lets out a breath.
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She tilts her head slightly. {Ah I see..in most tales I've heard I know the former was once common.} The latter.Not so much but there were many creatures and beings who were serpentine-like. Or..well there were. {We have Chimera's back in The Enchanted Forests } That's the closest to feathered she seen. Well. She shivers. {Well, There's..ahem some stories about Python and Apollo. } Yes, that one was sometimes depicted as plumed..and with deadly purid breathe and the like.
She hums, {Ah, well..I know more about the Western sorts..but..Lungs..and Luck dragons are very long..and have whiskers..The latter has fur instead of scales. } She begins to explain. {Wyverns tend to be two legged, but erm..} She pauses for a moment with an apologetic smile. {Very old or..large ones that don't have legs are often called Wyrms. They tend to like wells and that sort of thing.} Recalling the tales of knights and heroes of old she'd oft admired and had read/devoured hungrily and eagerly in her youth.
She gently pets his nearest feathers half in sympathy and half in trying to comfort and center herself. {Funny, how apples tend to pop up in most cultures don't they?} She half softly asks. Recalling the Golden Apple of Discord and The Judgement of Paris as well. Which had been two of the inciting incidents of The Trojan War. Which had been another end of a 'Golden Age.' That of Heroes and Demigods r least had meant to be, some say. After all Zeus had overthrown his father and he knew someday one of his sons were destined to do so to him. Though it hardly stopped The Sky Lord from having scores of young.
She smiles softly and eases a little. "Oh good." She murmurs her shoulders sag in relief even more. "And thank you." She murmurs, feeling better. After all, Heavens forbid something happened but it was always good to have an exit plan/safe meeting place in case of an emergency.
She blinks, her lips twitch. "Why thank ya." She murmurs and bemusedly coughs. That was probably the nicest thing she'd heard of late from anyone outside her pack. She softly clears her throat and gently leans a little forward so she can balance and hold on better. "Ready when you are." she murmurs and lets out a breath.