[Faolan starts slightly at the announcement that Hermione is at the door, although he's a little too distracted trying to untangle the dragon from his hair to be able to do much about it. He lets out a grunt in response to Hermione's greeting as he tries - unsuccessfully - to detach the dragon. The guards, he trusts at least, not to let anyone in that they would not trust with the knowledge of the little dragon, not without giving him time to hide him. Hermione has already met him, Faolan knows. That will make this easier for both of them, at least.
Bridei himself, however, seems to think that this is a lovely perch, an excellent vantage point, and all the better to greet their guest from as she approaches. He unfurls his wings, flapping them slightly, letting out a little waaaargh!! in happy greeting to Hermione, and staying put right where he is.
Faolan lets out a noise of frustration.] By all that's holy, Bridei... [He mutters to himself.] Let go.
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Bridei himself, however, seems to think that this is a lovely perch, an excellent vantage point, and all the better to greet their guest from as she approaches. He unfurls his wings, flapping them slightly, letting out a little waaaargh!! in happy greeting to Hermione, and staying put right where he is.
Faolan lets out a noise of frustration.] By all that's holy, Bridei... [He mutters to himself.] Let go.