15.Aug.13, 05:48 AM
D'ren was hurting, again and Ravana wondered to herself if having her and B'jin both here was too much for him.
She was distracted from that thought by a squeal, whirling to see what had made her daughter make that noise. A smile touched her face when she placed that it was B'jin, playing with the girls.
She watched him play with them as she listened to D'ren and murmured, "They do grow fast." She looked to him, debating what she could do to ease his discomfort, and hiding her upset that he was uncomfortable from Shanith.
As girls tumbled out the door, Ravana's gaze unfocused. Do not squish them. I don't want so much as a smudge on any of them. The dragon skidded to a halt, her boisterous greeting cut off at the pass. Instead of nearly running over the girls,s he pranced a moment, then walked, sedately (for her) to them, nuzzling each one of them with a happy croon.
Ravana's musings on what to do about D'ren hurting were cut off at the pass by B'jin getting glasses of water for each one. She hesitated as she traced along the sides of the glass with a finger, then reached out to gently squeeze Dren's shoulder.
She listened to B'jin, and smiled softly. "It would be appreciated." She added lightly, "I was trying to work out how to get Berani to keep socializing, so that'd work well...and the same goes for you if you ever need it." She looked down then hmmed, casting around for something that would take D'ren's mind off whatever was stressing him so. Finally, she found something, she hoped.
"D'ren, I've noticed, you've a wonderful view from your hut. Have you done any sketching lately?" A sign she was nervous, she absently tugged beads from her pocket, counting them off silently in her head, hoping she hadn't offended B'jin by asking D'ren directly. But with him being artistically inclined too, maybe he could get him talking about art which was, she hoped, fairly low stress.
She was distracted from that thought by a squeal, whirling to see what had made her daughter make that noise. A smile touched her face when she placed that it was B'jin, playing with the girls.
She watched him play with them as she listened to D'ren and murmured, "They do grow fast." She looked to him, debating what she could do to ease his discomfort, and hiding her upset that he was uncomfortable from Shanith.
As girls tumbled out the door, Ravana's gaze unfocused. Do not squish them. I don't want so much as a smudge on any of them. The dragon skidded to a halt, her boisterous greeting cut off at the pass. Instead of nearly running over the girls,s he pranced a moment, then walked, sedately (for her) to them, nuzzling each one of them with a happy croon.
Ravana's musings on what to do about D'ren hurting were cut off at the pass by B'jin getting glasses of water for each one. She hesitated as she traced along the sides of the glass with a finger, then reached out to gently squeeze Dren's shoulder.
She listened to B'jin, and smiled softly. "It would be appreciated." She added lightly, "I was trying to work out how to get Berani to keep socializing, so that'd work well...and the same goes for you if you ever need it." She looked down then hmmed, casting around for something that would take D'ren's mind off whatever was stressing him so. Finally, she found something, she hoped.
"D'ren, I've noticed, you've a wonderful view from your hut. Have you done any sketching lately?" A sign she was nervous, she absently tugged beads from her pocket, counting them off silently in her head, hoping she hadn't offended B'jin by asking D'ren directly. But with him being artistically inclined too, maybe he could get him talking about art which was, she hoped, fairly low stress.