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23.Apr.13, 10:09 PM
Movement out of the corner of his eye caused L'varl to glance away from his studious inspection of his dragon's antics and towards what turned out to be a fire lizard. An eyebrow slowly raised as he stared at the little beast, not quite sure whether he was supposed to shoo it away or simply ignore it. Dealing with fire lizards was something that the bronzerider didn't have a huge amount of experience with. She's doing you no harm, let her be, Korutath offered lazily. L'varl had begun to turn back towards the bronze when he heard S'kef's call. He looked their way, eyes settling first on the brown dragon before sliding in an almost grudging manner to the rider.
"S'kef," he responded, giving a respectful bob of his head in return. Korutath paused long enough to right himself and stick his head far enough out of the water to see who the new arrivals were (also possibly to see if he needed to eat anything because the flash of irritation that L'varl had unintentionally sent his way, despite the fact that eating a human was absolutely abhorrent to the bronze once he got past the point of initial thought and on to actual thought analysis).
Korutath wasn't concerned about the color of a dragon's hide--nor was he particularly concerned about Weyr politics, if we're going to get nitty and gritty about it. So he gave the brown due diligence; about a whole second of observation before disappearing back under the surface of the lake. L'varl, splitting his attention between his dragon and the Weyrleader, allowed one corner of his mouth to twitch upwards at the bronze's lack of interest. "It's...she's fine," he said, altering his pronoun at Korutath's prodding (You wouldn't call me an it, would you? ).
L'varl took note with a fair bit of amusement that Korutath had been slowly making his way towards the brown. He wasn't usually a very playful dragon, but he was bored and in the water, and besides, virtually everyone liked him! The humans were being civil, and therefore it was only common sense that the dragons do the same. He was a comical sight, this bronze dragon, paddling through the water with his neck sticking straight up out of the water, arched smartly. He was still deep enough that the tips of his claws would have just barely scraped the sandy bottom if he'd stretched as far as he could.
He had never been all that fond of the mud approach, much preferring to let L'varl labor away at his hide (despite, in the early years, all of the complaining about how Korutath was growing much too fast and would he kindly slow down so L'varl's arms didn't fall off, thank you very much!). Laziness, the bronzerider called it, though he never did manage to sound too put out by that fact. "Your day is going well, I hope?"
"S'kef," he responded, giving a respectful bob of his head in return. Korutath paused long enough to right himself and stick his head far enough out of the water to see who the new arrivals were (also possibly to see if he needed to eat anything because the flash of irritation that L'varl had unintentionally sent his way, despite the fact that eating a human was absolutely abhorrent to the bronze once he got past the point of initial thought and on to actual thought analysis).
Korutath wasn't concerned about the color of a dragon's hide--nor was he particularly concerned about Weyr politics, if we're going to get nitty and gritty about it. So he gave the brown due diligence; about a whole second of observation before disappearing back under the surface of the lake. L'varl, splitting his attention between his dragon and the Weyrleader, allowed one corner of his mouth to twitch upwards at the bronze's lack of interest. "It's...she's fine," he said, altering his pronoun at Korutath's prodding (
L'varl took note with a fair bit of amusement that Korutath had been slowly making his way towards the brown. He wasn't usually a very playful dragon, but he was bored and in the water, and besides, virtually everyone liked him! The humans were being civil, and therefore it was only common sense that the dragons do the same. He was a comical sight, this bronze dragon, paddling through the water with his neck sticking straight up out of the water, arched smartly. He was still deep enough that the tips of his claws would have just barely scraped the sandy bottom if he'd stretched as far as he could.
He had never been all that fond of the mud approach, much preferring to let L'varl labor away at his hide (despite, in the early years, all of the complaining about how Korutath was growing much too fast and would he kindly slow down so L'varl's arms didn't fall off, thank you very much!). Laziness, the bronzerider called it, though he never did manage to sound too put out by that fact. "Your day is going well, I hope?"
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[span style="background-color:#7a5310;"][color=#442712]Korutath speaks[/color][/span]
