Lizardsar stares at her as she flies to another shelf. He can't fly yet. Which means it's time to leap.
So he backs up and sprints, sailing through the air as he leaps, and scrambles as he manages to actually land on the next shelf. César lets out a triumphant hiss, flaring at her.
Ylva pauses, wondering what the hold up, and immediately divines the problem. Climbing down is hard, especially if you have to go head first and you're not used to it.
She glides back to where he is, and looks down the shelf, and back to him.
César looks down and tests his grip with one claw. Hmm. You know. He let instinct help him the way up but now he's... thinking about it too hard. Oh boy.
César knows it's supposed to be encouraging, but he can't a thought that comes to him. He scoots back a bit, gets on his hind legs slowly, and then tries to very gently pat her head to see what it feels like.
Pat. Pat, pat. Pat? César blinks, flexing his frill. He could get down if he wasted another Wild Shape to change forms to a squirrel, but he wanted to experiment with this form a bit more, first. Sigh. He doesn't want to break his back and then have to explain to Magne how he died as a literal lizard.
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So he backs up and sprints, sailing through the air as he leaps, and scrambles as he manages to actually land on the next shelf. César lets out a triumphant hiss, flaring at her.
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Ylva looks back at him, and flicks her tongue.
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Returning to human isn't going to help, as he'll break the shelf. Oh. Oh no.
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She glides back to where he is, and looks down the shelf, and back to him.
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Well, this is unexpected. She flicks her snake tongue at him, since blinking is not currently possible.
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