Let me Wisp-er in your ear

Raising his eyebrow at the glittering orb floating in the air, Seth watched it curiously as it danced out of the way of Omelette's snapping jaws. It was kind of like he was watching a house cat playing with a laser pointer.

Such a metaphor wasn't helped when Omelette finally clamped his jaws around the floating orb, only for it to drift through his clenched teeth like a ghost. A fact that made the Wyvern huff out smoke in annoyance, while Seth couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Aww, Don't pout buddy. You'll get the next one, I'm sure."

Reaching forward, Seth scratched Omelette's head softly, making sure that he didn't ruffle his perfectly preened feathers too much. He didn't need to give the Wyvern yet another reason to be pouty, and little Om was very particular about his feathers.