That seemed to please the dog and he trotted back to his boyâ€™s side so he could return to the more important things in life. Such as chewing on his toes. The boy laughed, out of a reflexive feeling that he should, it seemed. There wasnâ€™t any amusement in the laughter and the large dark eyes in the pale face were steadily fixed on something just around her; not quite at the woman herself. â€œKalabâ€¦ Any friend of his is a friend of ours, isnâ€™t that right Girvan?â€ The dog moved from chewing his toes to chewing a hind leg.<br/><br/>The boy made a sweeping bow, â€œRuxtan, at your service my dear. Lucky for you, I know just what to do.â€ He swatted the dog, startling him to his feet, and climbed onto the high back. â€œFollow me and Iâ€™ll take you where you want to go.â€ He turned around to regard her with that same inscrutable expression and patted the space behind him. â€œClimb up if youâ€™d like. The Kalab we know wouldnâ€™t let anything in the mortal realm stop him for long. Iâ€™m sure heâ€™ll be along shortly.â€<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">--------</div><br/><br/>â€œHmmâ€¦â€ This wouldnâ€™t do. Draki shook out his changed form, not at all appreciating it. The Fae realm stripped the demon glamours and with them, his ability to look even vaguely human. Instead he was stuck as a small wingless dragon with a manâ€™s horned head and the legs of a goat.<br/><br/>No one would trust him this way, except maybe the fae themselves. So what now? He watched the boy with his dog converse with the human goddess. Knowing the fae though, he might just get her lost and then heâ€™d have a chance.