[ That is the question of the year, isn't it? One of the main reasons Nero, despite the months he has spent here, has not yet signed on to what the Coven is sharing. He may just be eternally cranky about it on a matter of principle.
Nero doesn't enjoy looking like a fool, though. The angry huff and sparks that come out of his nostrils when he's set down again probably say as much without words.
But his head does cock to the side--he is listening. As resistant as Nero can be to advice, friendly or otherwise, he really isn't in much of a spot to turn it down. He looks from the man, to the ground, then back to the man, then huffs again--no sparks this time. Then, angling himself, he spreads his wings and hops off the edge. Instead of flapping, he keeps them still and he does manage to glide a few yards until he lands.
That? That is a SCREE! of victory. Not from the Great Serpent of Ronka. ]
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Nero doesn't enjoy looking like a fool, though. The angry huff and sparks that come out of his nostrils when he's set down again probably say as much without words.
But his head does cock to the side--he is listening. As resistant as Nero can be to advice, friendly or otherwise, he really isn't in much of a spot to turn it down. He looks from the man, to the ground, then back to the man, then huffs again--no sparks this time. Then, angling himself, he spreads his wings and hops off the edge. Instead of flapping, he keeps them still and he does manage to glide a few yards until he lands.
That? That is a SCREE! of victory.
Not from the Great Serpent of Ronka.]