31.Jan.13, 12:20 AM
"Yeh, desperate." B'run retorted back. "Desp'rate t'get outta cleanin' Olemuth. Who wouldn' be desperate t'gettin' outta cleanin' that big lug?" He waved a hand towards the dragon. He scowled as A'liran asked if it was an order, expression falling into it's usual grump. "You wanna make it one, Greenrider?" His mock seriousness was quickly broken by a laugh and he slapped water towards the other man. His fingers were getting wrinkly. Olemuth was a step ahead of him, heading towards the shore, more than ready to rest in the sand and soak up the sun.
B'run followed his dragon, choosing a patch of rocks to settle on so as not to get covered in sand. He stretched out, enjoying the sun while he could. "You ain't bad yerself... Fer a greenrider." He flashed a smirk, hoping the man realized he was joking. It was true, though. He had found himself fond of the man in a very short time. B'run the Bastard had a friend!
Told you you'd make friends if you tried.
I didn't try, now did I?
Is your rider this difficult? Olemuth asked Astoreth, lifting his head to watch the green swim.
B'run followed his dragon, choosing a patch of rocks to settle on so as not to get covered in sand. He stretched out, enjoying the sun while he could. "You ain't bad yerself... Fer a greenrider." He flashed a smirk, hoping the man realized he was joking. It was true, though. He had found himself fond of the man in a very short time. B'run the Bastard had a friend!
I didn't try, now did I?