[Fugo does not intend to sneak up on Riley. Personally, he hates it when people creep out of his blind spots-- not that there are a lot of them, these days. He just happened to be outside when she arrived, checking to make sure that the horse has enough food and water before it gets dark.
But he felt her approach. Or, to be more accurate, her landing; she flew in, of course, and landed at the front door. He had thought it might be Yuzu but, when he peered out of the stable, it was Riley's fiery plumage he spotted in front of the entrance to the sprawling underground house. It's obvious to him who she is here to see. Except, instead of knocking, she lingers. She hesitates.
Unwilling to go back and abandon what she came here to do, but unable to move forward at the same time. It's an uncomfortably familiar feeling. In the end, after five minutes pass with no progress, he takes pity on her.]
Hello, Riley. [Well, sort of. Fugo approaches from what probably feels like a blind spot; although he makes an effort to call out to her before he gets too close, chances are it probably looks like he appears out of nowhere.] It's been a while.
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But he felt her approach. Or, to be more accurate, her landing; she flew in, of course, and landed at the front door. He had thought it might be Yuzu but, when he peered out of the stable, it was Riley's fiery plumage he spotted in front of the entrance to the sprawling underground house. It's obvious to him who she is here to see. Except, instead of knocking, she lingers. She hesitates.
Unwilling to go back and abandon what she came here to do, but unable to move forward at the same time. It's an uncomfortably familiar feeling. In the end, after five minutes pass with no progress, he takes pity on her.]
Hello, Riley. [Well, sort of. Fugo approaches from what probably feels like a blind spot; although he makes an effort to call out to her before he gets too close, chances are it probably looks like he appears out of nowhere.] It's been a while.