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Cassirin
The Granian continued to butt at Mo's camera, and he caught the amused expression from Cat. Hmph. Fine, Cat. Fine. He pulled the camera from around his neck and hung it on the post behind him before traipsing off to the food dispenser. Two handfuls this time - one for Cat and one for Mo.
"I wish we were allowed to ride these, but I feel like they'd think we were stealing them or something. Plus it's sorta dangerous, right?" Mo poured feed into Cat's hands and circled back to his own horse. One hand up, and the Granian spread his wing again. The other hand up, and both wings were in the air. "I'm a Granian whisperer, Cat. Do you see this?" The Granian got ALLLLLLL the food.
Ooooh more food. Cat could appreciate the happy nuzzling that the creature was giving her for food. Food was a
very important thing, after all, she totes understood that. She gathered the feed into one of her hands and used the other one to continue petting the pretty thing and when she squealed, which she DID, she tried to not squeal loud enough to scare the poor dears.
"Look! You found your calling. Marcus Branxton: Granian whisperer. Ooooh. Sounds legit." Cat jumped down from her perch and hurried over to grab up Mo's camera. She was getting a picture of this.