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26.Jan.13, 11:43 AM
"Ain't seen a one. But then, I ain't been lookin' too hard. Prolly should. Could use one of the buggers to set on Olemuth to get him to shut his gob." He patted the dragon's chops, earning a dunk into the lake. The big bronze swiped at his rider, shoving him under the water and swimming off before the human could get his head above water, much less retaliate. The man came up sputtering and scowling. Olemuth hunkered down behind Astoreth, as though she'd hide his hulking form.
"Yer bad at this, love."
Am not. I'm just distracting you with a 'pretty green.' The bronze's eyes swirled a happy blue and he tapped Astoreth with his snout.
He's impossible. I'm shocked he's taken to your rider as he has.
B'run swam out scrambled up the bronze, offering a polite nod to Astoreth before asking, in his gruff manner, if it was okay if he helped wash her. He knew she'd already given the okay, but he'd been trained to always ask permission and always be polite towards another's dragon and he was going to do just that.
As soon as he had her permission, he dove into cleaning with a gusto, though his motions were almost too gentle and a frown worried at his face. "Fergit how big Olemuth is 'til I'm beside a green. 'Fraid I'm goin' t'hurt you, little girl. Tell me off if'n I do, eh?" His drawl held an amused tone and a smile touched his lips just barely.
These were the moments he lived for, surrounded by dragons and getting along with their riders. No concern for rank or one's own safety. Just the smell of dragonflesh and man and quiet companionship. As he worked, his gaze drifted to A'liran now and then, studying the man and trying to determine just where he stood in the... Well, in the everything. The controversy that filled the weyr, the chaos that never seemed to go away... He knew the man's stance on greenriders and bronzes, who didn't? But he'd taken to B'run well enough... Or so it seemed.
"Yer bad at this, love."
B'run swam out scrambled up the bronze, offering a polite nod to Astoreth before asking, in his gruff manner, if it was okay if he helped wash her. He knew she'd already given the okay, but he'd been trained to always ask permission and always be polite towards another's dragon and he was going to do just that.
As soon as he had her permission, he dove into cleaning with a gusto, though his motions were almost too gentle and a frown worried at his face. "Fergit how big Olemuth is 'til I'm beside a green. 'Fraid I'm goin' t'hurt you, little girl. Tell me off if'n I do, eh?" His drawl held an amused tone and a smile touched his lips just barely.
These were the moments he lived for, surrounded by dragons and getting along with their riders. No concern for rank or one's own safety. Just the smell of dragonflesh and man and quiet companionship. As he worked, his gaze drifted to A'liran now and then, studying the man and trying to determine just where he stood in the... Well, in the everything. The controversy that filled the weyr, the chaos that never seemed to go away... He knew the man's stance on greenriders and bronzes, who didn't? But he'd taken to B'run well enough... Or so it seemed.
