Flygon aren't the most immediately threatening of Dragon-types. They don't have the aggression of a Salamence or the toughness of a Dragonite. Nevertheless, even the lesser Dragon-type Pokémon have a presence about them and command respect. If Loki looks closely, he'll see goggles strapped to Paul's side, a counterpart to the red covers on Sigurd's eyes. Clearly the two have been practicing something - combat strategies, maybe, or simply navigating the Wilds.
Sigurd shoots what looks like a judgmental look to Paul, as if wondering what his human did to raise this suspicion, and then turns to Loki, reassuring him that he'll make sure the furniture is all right. Paul nods, maybe a little chastened. If he has a reputation, it's clearly been earned. "He says he'll make sure nothing breaks."
Help unleash a giant goat in the Plaza one time.
"He likes you. Go ahead." He gives a small smile to Una, granting her permission to touch Sigurd. The Flygon is not opposed to being touched, even mounted by strangers with the proper etiquette, though he seems to appreciate that permission was asked. He crouches to give her better access to his back, exposing a spot between those broad diamond-shaped wings.
He'll go on in once Una's had her fun, leaving Paul to go in first. He's the one who's interested in cookies. Sigurd's usual food is found in the Wilds - he's more rugged than the more domesticated Pokémon found in the Plaza.
"So...what kinds of cookies did you make? I'll stay a while, but I'll leave well before the Hunt is called."
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Date: 2022-01-02 02:12 am (UTC)Sigurd shoots what looks like a judgmental look to Paul, as if wondering what his human did to raise this suspicion, and then turns to Loki, reassuring him that he'll make sure the furniture is all right. Paul nods, maybe a little chastened. If he has a reputation, it's clearly been earned. "He says he'll make sure nothing breaks."
Help unleash a giant goat in the Plaza one time.
"He likes you. Go ahead." He gives a small smile to Una, granting her permission to touch Sigurd. The Flygon is not opposed to being touched, even mounted by strangers with the proper etiquette, though he seems to appreciate that permission was asked. He crouches to give her better access to his back, exposing a spot between those broad diamond-shaped wings.
He'll go on in once Una's had her fun, leaving Paul to go in first. He's the one who's interested in cookies. Sigurd's usual food is found in the Wilds - he's more rugged than the more domesticated Pokémon found in the Plaza.
"So...what kinds of cookies did you make? I'll stay a while, but I'll leave well before the Hunt is called."