ORIGIN

When considered perched upon the dragon's head once they stood up, neon feathers ruffled out of the weirdness in being up higher than usual. He lavished the praise on mind for wanting to also keep the cave safe, brows furrowing from intrigue. "Bad characters? Strange that I haven't seen any," he admitted with a tilt of his head. Perhaps he was just fortunate enough to come across some kind souls; getting the cream of the crop rather than the dirt. Even if there was a speck of inexperience on his part when it came to the bad and the ugly, he trusted the dragon's words in which there were some out there. If he looked hard enough, form would be bit with venom sooner or later. "What makes someone bad?" he asked honestly, curious as to whether there was a definite answer. Of course, there was the want to hurt, but what if it were not to explicitly harm one and actually help? The two telling words of good and bad were over a spectrum to what others had deemed them. Since he had not a taste, he needed another's knowledge to understand what was to give a growl and what was to get a tail wag.

Before responding to friend in whether he was prepared or not, he nestled in their hair more and would grip their pink horn with his maw. Eyes were powering out with their offer for clearness, looking to fuel more magic within them. As he did, the dullness of everything went opposite, slight shadows dressing in their actual wear. Now he was ready to embrace this ride! Peering down at the great creature, tail swayed in wait. "Am readish!" he spoke with muffled words, teeth still gripping their horn for take off.