The moogle flailed its arms at the sight of the dragons, being a much smaller creature that would surely have been a bite-sized snack to a carnivore of that size. The movements were realistic, the body language of a species Even was clearly familiar with. The illusion's caster, very much not being prey-sized, showed no fear of his own as he bent down to gently examine the facsimile of the young dragon. He was sparing in touch, which was for the best if the illusion was sensitive to temperature, as his fingers were even colder than the ambient temperature would explain.
"If this is an accurate display of their temperament, I cannot see why they would be viewed with fear. This does not give the impression of a species that would make a habit of stealing livestock from warded pens, nor of dragging off children who stray too close to the wilderness."
The moogle, meanwhile, did not vanish when Even moved his hand away from it. The gesture had been entirely theatrical, and he was fully capable of leaving his fabrications on autopilot while he focused on other things. Autopilot that, in this case, led to the small thing flying over to Mallia and raising a paw in cheerful greeting.
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Date: 2024-01-24 07:51 am (UTC)"If this is an accurate display of their temperament, I cannot see why they would be viewed with fear. This does not give the impression of a species that would make a habit of stealing livestock from warded pens, nor of dragging off children who stray too close to the wilderness."
The moogle, meanwhile, did not vanish when Even moved his hand away from it. The gesture had been entirely theatrical, and he was fully capable of leaving his fabrications on autopilot while he focused on other things. Autopilot that, in this case, led to the small thing flying over to Mallia and raising a paw in cheerful greeting.