Birds the word

A good snuggler? Pah! He wouldn't dare get so close to the beast! He might end up losing some tail feathers for his trouble. No, he was perfectly content sitting on Wylan's shoulder or flying up above. Speaking of sitting on shoulders, his carriage awaited. He flapped his wings and flew over to his furry, black perch. He placed his pin carefully in a taloned foot so that he could free up his beak for speaking again. "Ya, ya, Krakarak keep him safe! He expert flier! Krak! He expert safety-bird!" Sure, sure, it would be no trouble at all. As soon as he showed progress, he could do the advanced stuff. For now, it was trying to practice the flapping technique and no jumps further than a stump or a small hill.

"Make all the shinies!" He said to Iggy, after she said she'd get back to work. It was his encouragement... because he'd certainly be back to look at her stuff another time!

He leaned forward, peering down over Wylan's head to try to look at him in the eyes. "Where we go next? Krak?" He enjoyed his tour-giving-heir-wolf.