@caylathetimidwolf | Continuing from here!
She pouted, trying to get her dress uncaught off the bush’s thorn. She looked over at the large creature, her eyes sparkling and she gasped. When she wasn’t caught anymore, she went closer to her. “Dragon!” She squealed happily.
The moment she was uncaught the dragon sighed, shoulders even sinking a bit more in a relaxed position -- only to tense up again as the girl IMMEDIATELY moved toward her. There’s a twitch of those ears and she’s debating moving away, however it’s too late. Again. No sense in startling the little girl either.
Crying is always worse. But talking again, won’t help the situation either.
A kid raving about a talking dragon in the woods may NOT be a good idea.
Slowly the dragon extends her neck out toward the girl; sniffing and flaring her nostrils like a curious dog or cat would rather than a human or a ferocious beast whilst in her mind, the great dragon is just saying ‘is this what dargon do? WhO kNOWs!’. There’s a tiny rumble of a sound she lets out -- nothing threatening, more like a purr than anything in hopes to further ease the strange child.
