06-20-2018, 02:46 PM
He had to admit, a lumbering reptile scrambling to retrieve countless pages was an amusing sight. Or it would be if said reptile expressed any sort of anger or concern over scattered information. Not to mention, it was harder to see the action below from his rooftop perch, only discerning the fuzzy purple silhouette of Ska'arq scrambling in an uncommon hurry to collect the blurred and aged-white squares fluttering away from him. A hushed snort slipped from his lungs, holding back the telltale giggle of his presence as he scooted closer to the overgrown gutter for a better view. The dragon was strange, no doubt, and gave Beck an odd wariness when he was around. Nobody could be so... blank, could they? There was nothing; no emotion, no tics, no vocal cues for the boy to read when he observed his robotic behavior. Maybe the dragon really was a robot, and was gathering data on the irradiated creatures in the wetlands.
Conspiracies aside, there were a lot of pages still whirling around in spite of Ska'arq's quick movements. If Beck helped, would that earn a reaction from him? The outcasted dragon probably never had anybody remotely care to assist him in his life. Tapping his claws against the brick shingles in a brief argument with his thoughts, the poltergeist eventually came to a decision and clambered off the ivy-strangled roof. He somehow dropped to the earth with a silent landing, slinking outside the dragon's view towards a wrinkled page caught on a cluster of thorns. Freeing the paper from the bramble's hooks with only little punctures and tears, he caught a glimpse of the nonsensical scribble, tempted to pause and skim through it. Good thing he couldn't read their language. With a rattling sigh, Beck leaned onto his bristled haunches and held up the page above his head in an offering, wheezing towards Ska'arq, "Hey, Squawk -- ya need some help?"
[align=center]»――➤Conspiracies aside, there were a lot of pages still whirling around in spite of Ska'arq's quick movements. If Beck helped, would that earn a reaction from him? The outcasted dragon probably never had anybody remotely care to assist him in his life. Tapping his claws against the brick shingles in a brief argument with his thoughts, the poltergeist eventually came to a decision and clambered off the ivy-strangled roof. He somehow dropped to the earth with a silent landing, slinking outside the dragon's view towards a wrinkled page caught on a cluster of thorns. Freeing the paper from the bramble's hooks with only little punctures and tears, he caught a glimpse of the nonsensical scribble, tempted to pause and skim through it. Good thing he couldn't read their language. With a rattling sigh, Beck leaned onto his bristled haunches and held up the page above his head in an offering, wheezing towards Ska'arq, "Hey, Squawk -- ya need some help?"