Oh no.
Nettle tenses as soon as the tiny Veilspun is shoved into his grasp. It breaks him out of the trance of the music, allowing him to realize with a start that the wooden ground under his claws is rocking up and down hard enough to jolt him back and forth.
He instinctually bristles, glancing from side to side before concluding that there's no natural way to hand the Veilspun off through the dance.
Maybe for the best- this seems dangerous more than anything. The panic originally calmed by the music starts to seep back in.
"H-how stable are these barges?" Nettle asks, voice rusty from disuse through his whole journey.
...Oops. He's been white-knuckling the little dragon's talons this entire time. He releases the Veilspun with an apologetic grimace.
Nettle tenses as soon as the tiny Veilspun is shoved into his grasp. It breaks him out of the trance of the music, allowing him to realize with a start that the wooden ground under his claws is rocking up and down hard enough to jolt him back and forth.
He instinctually bristles, glancing from side to side before concluding that there's no natural way to hand the Veilspun off through the dance.
Maybe for the best- this seems dangerous more than anything. The panic originally calmed by the music starts to seep back in.
"H-how stable are these barges?" Nettle asks, voice rusty from disuse through his whole journey.
...Oops. He's been white-knuckling the little dragon's talons this entire time. He releases the Veilspun with an apologetic grimace.