16.Apr.13, 02:06 PM
C'vir adroitly masked the a grimace that would've conveyed his trapped hopelessness in its entirety, rearranging his features into a tight-lipped smile just welcoming enough to save him from offending the greenrider. He somehow managed to routinely find himself in the company of the most enthusiastic occupants of Katila -- a talent he now tried to appreciate. While the optimists of the world made perfectly pleasant company, company was rarely what the rider desired, and performing socially demanded effort on his part he'd rather not exert. If the turns had taught him one thing, it was that it required entirely too much energy to be upbeat. With any luck, a bit of his positivity will rub off on you, Besulth remarked from above. I wouldn't get your hopes up.
"Lovely, yes," the brownrider replied flatly, squinting first at the sun, then the circling brown, and finally T'rielle himself. He didn't bother trying to match the greenrider's megawatt smile. Any attempt on his part would have fallen flat, and it was more comfortable to adopt his standard stony placidity instead. His aloof manner was designed to be mildly offputting; it generally helped keep conversations like the one in which he was currently involuntarily engaged short.
C'vir avoided eye contact by settling his gaze on Caxith, who was happily tearing into her collection of carcasses. Though she wasn't a dainty eater, the rider didn't find her feeding difficult to watch. The green knew what she wanted and went at it with single-minded, ferocious vigor, a quality he appreciated in any creature but would have much preferred to see in a male. Gore didn't suit a lady, a consideration which clearly had little effect on Caxith, bloodied as she was from the ardent enjoyment of her meal.
T'rielle's comment brought his focus back to his own dragon, who had finally selected a suitable mark. C'vir waited to reply, watching the brown drop nimbly from the sky, broad wings snapping open over the panicked herdbeasts as claws closed around his intended target. He turned to the greenrider as Besulth carried off his prey, the barest glimmer of a genuine grin showing through. It was damn near impossible for him to conceal his fondness for the brown. "Thanks," he responded with sincerity, adding an eye roll before he continued. "He'd be happy to hear that, insufferable beast that he is."
He nodded lightly in Caxith's direction, indicating the feeding green. "And she's certainly enjoying herself. How have things been for the two of you?"
"Lovely, yes," the brownrider replied flatly, squinting first at the sun, then the circling brown, and finally T'rielle himself. He didn't bother trying to match the greenrider's megawatt smile. Any attempt on his part would have fallen flat, and it was more comfortable to adopt his standard stony placidity instead. His aloof manner was designed to be mildly offputting; it generally helped keep conversations like the one in which he was currently involuntarily engaged short.
C'vir avoided eye contact by settling his gaze on Caxith, who was happily tearing into her collection of carcasses. Though she wasn't a dainty eater, the rider didn't find her feeding difficult to watch. The green knew what she wanted and went at it with single-minded, ferocious vigor, a quality he appreciated in any creature but would have much preferred to see in a male. Gore didn't suit a lady, a consideration which clearly had little effect on Caxith, bloodied as she was from the ardent enjoyment of her meal.
T'rielle's comment brought his focus back to his own dragon, who had finally selected a suitable mark. C'vir waited to reply, watching the brown drop nimbly from the sky, broad wings snapping open over the panicked herdbeasts as claws closed around his intended target. He turned to the greenrider as Besulth carried off his prey, the barest glimmer of a genuine grin showing through. It was damn near impossible for him to conceal his fondness for the brown. "Thanks," he responded with sincerity, adding an eye roll before he continued. "He'd be happy to hear that, insufferable beast that he is."
He nodded lightly in Caxith's direction, indicating the feeding green. "And she's certainly enjoying herself. How have things been for the two of you?"