Taking in the look of him, expecting to see a creature of much larger size before her, Sophia crouched down, after she'd calmed her horse, to observe the faerie. Traveling had afforded the young woman sight of creatures of the strangest appearance and structure, but never had she seen one quite like the small man that lie on the hard ground. Cocking her head to the side she pondered capturing him and selling him on the market while here in Ketra. Hearing the footfalls of her companion approaching from the rear of the line, though, she cut off this thought so that the dragon would not pry.
"I told you to move, you shouldn't let others fall on you, you'll get hurt. What is that?" A blue head descended upon the form of Ziya, a great huff of air blown over him as Masika took in his scent. "He's very small... We should keep him with us, I think he's hungry," the dragon observed.
"Keep him? No, he looks dead already! I doubt he could lift a bridle if we asked him to and it's hard enough as it is feeding us all," the girl complained, earning herself a stern look from her guardian.
"Give me some water and some of that bread you didn't eat this morning, anyone can down something as simple as that." Reaching out carefully with a front paw, the blue behemoth turned the faerie over with a claw before scooping him up to cradle against the scales of her palm. Snatching the canteen and bread from the muttering human girl, Masika focused all of her concentration on being gentle with the little man as she poured a few splashes of water directly onto his face. "Hello there, are you hungry? Thirsty?" she asked, bringing her head down to his level.
