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24.Mar.13, 09:16 PM
"Oh, not really. She gets bored, and apparently kids are more amusing than us adults. I never really thought about it in terms of maternal instinct or anything." Casting a caculating eye on the green dragon still lounged out on the shore, T'rielle grinned a little wider to himself before turning back to Isscer. "I suppose she does have her moments, though. Caxith isn't particularly forgiving, so if they do something that irritates her she'll warn them off and that's that."
Still stubbornly convinced that he could change Isscer's opinion about him (or dragonriders in general--no one ever said T'rielle had particularly realistic expectations), T'rielle cast about for something else to talk about. He was of the opinion that he had a certain affinity for lighting on topics that people liked to talk about, though the truth of the matter was that he was quite good at generalizing to a point that anyone would be able to pick up something that they enjoyed, no matter how different T'rielle's own interests might have been. He was the curious sort, never above exhausting a subject until he couldn't think of anything else to learn.
Unless it was about food or where she could get some, Caxith didn't much care for the daily workings of humans aside from the very short list of those that she actually found interesting. Which seemed to get longer and longer thanks to her overly friendly rider. Caxith tended to be very judgmental, and she didn't give people very many chances before she decided they weren't worth her time. T'rielle, on the other hand, tended to give people too many chances. Forgiveness could be a virtue or a vice.
He didn't miss the fact that Isscer declined to give his own name in return to T'rielle's own introduction, but it only caused a moment of hesitation before he sprung to the next train of thought. "If I'm not prying--" He knew very well that he probably was, but didn't particularly care at this point, "--what is it you do?" He was hoping, clearly, for something interesting to latch onto .Or something not so interesting, but an obscure detail that caught his attention tended to work just as well as some impossible-to-miss one.
Still stubbornly convinced that he could change Isscer's opinion about him (or dragonriders in general--no one ever said T'rielle had particularly realistic expectations), T'rielle cast about for something else to talk about. He was of the opinion that he had a certain affinity for lighting on topics that people liked to talk about, though the truth of the matter was that he was quite good at generalizing to a point that anyone would be able to pick up something that they enjoyed, no matter how different T'rielle's own interests might have been. He was the curious sort, never above exhausting a subject until he couldn't think of anything else to learn.
Unless it was about food or where she could get some, Caxith didn't much care for the daily workings of humans aside from the very short list of those that she actually found interesting. Which seemed to get longer and longer thanks to her overly friendly rider. Caxith tended to be very judgmental, and she didn't give people very many chances before she decided they weren't worth her time. T'rielle, on the other hand, tended to give people too many chances. Forgiveness could be a virtue or a vice.
He didn't miss the fact that Isscer declined to give his own name in return to T'rielle's own introduction, but it only caused a moment of hesitation before he sprung to the next train of thought. "If I'm not prying--" He knew very well that he probably was, but didn't particularly care at this point, "--what is it you do?" He was hoping, clearly, for something interesting to latch onto .Or something not so interesting, but an obscure detail that caught his attention tended to work just as well as some impossible-to-miss one.
