- Instantaneously, Tyrik felt overwhelmed and underdressed. He hadn’t really thought of attire when he’d received the invitation -- not that he really had any options. He was still trying to acclimate to the crowd when a snarl made him freeze. Looking down he saw Zeru sitting perfectly still with his ears pricked forward, eyeing warily a small brown prong fox. The fox was growling with bristled fur, eyeing the griffin with clear dislike.
“Asetin stop that!” Hm? Who was -- oh, of course. The prong fox. Though Zeru didn’t waver, Tyrik turned his attention to whoever had spoken. A girl, taller than others but still small to an Avian, was looking at him as if she meant to say something with her mouth slightly open. A scarf was wrapped around her neck and dark hair fell over her eye. The one still visible gazed up with fear… or was it wonder? It was hard to be sure. Tyrik didn’t blame her for either, though, considering the imposing vibe Avians often gave off. With primitive dark eyes, talons, and feathers all over his body -- not to mention the wings and large griffon bond -- he most likely gave that off as well, regardless of how much he despised it. Before he could say anything, though, Aimo spoke up, much to Ty’s surprise. The Avian spoke with hardly a stutter, and he was the first to say anything at all.
"O-oh dear... I'm terribly sorry. Have we got in the way?" he asked, continuing, "Is... is this little guy's name Asetin? Such a handsome name. Ah, my griffin, the purple lady over there, her name is ah... Emelyn. She's really rather sweet but she doesn't like to show it."
A small smile slid over Tyrik’s lips. It was a nice change to see Aimo this way. Oh, and he should probably say something too, right? Whoops.
“I’m Tyrik,” he said suddenly, instantly regretting it and wanting to smack himself in the forehead. He couldn’t very well stop now, though. “And this is Zeru. Don’t worry about him, I’ll make sure he leaves Asetin alone.”
Held to habits, he found his hand rubbing the back of his neck, just as it always did when he got into awkward situations such as this. Which, unfortunately, was fairly often. Pulling his hand away he put it on Zeru’s back in a silent gesture for him to sit down. The griffin complied, sitting slowly while still staring wide-eyed at Asetin. He seemed more curious than anything else at this point. Hopefully things would stay that way. Then, remembering his manners, Tyrik held his hand out in greeting to the Asetin’s companion, glancing briefly at the glowering prong fox before turning back to the girl.
“Sorry about that,” he said, trying a small, embarrassed smile. Okay, time to stop talking before he said anything stupid. If he'd managed not to do so already.
[Tags:: SkieNight, Asetin; Prince Mal, Emelyn