27.May.13, 11:46 AM
"Scoldin' of a lifetime. I live in fear an' quake in m'boots. Yer scary when yer angry an' yer finger's like t'fall off from wagglin' at me so much." He grinned and that grin only grew larger when Ravana leaned against him. He tightened his grip in a small hug and kissed the top of her head. He did care about her. He cared about Jisralna, too. And the baby he teasingly called Trundlebug. He cared about them just as he cared about his fair and Olemuth. They were his family, even if it was in a stranger-than-normal fashion.
"Her bein' all go-get-'um only makes her a damn good flier," B'run pointed out with a smile. His smiles were easier to coax out of him when he'd been smoking. He turned and looked out to the lake, watching their pair interact, Olemuth the bastion of calm and Shanith the endless font of excitement. How odd that they were so different yet got along so easily. Perhaps that was why they got along so well.
She does not mind that I am... What do they say? A stick in the mud.
Your only a stick in the mud to those that don't understand not ripping and roaring all the time. Think you can keep her calm enough so we can get her bathed?
Of course.
The bronze touched his nose to Shanith's.They're going to bathe us together. I will take far longer than you. Amusement touched his mind-voice and he crooned at her. If you could let them finish bathing you quickly I would greatly appreciate it. I would like to lie in the sun before it begins to set. He didn't entirely understand why Shanith frustrated everyone around her. If you asked her nicely and explained your reasoning she usually did as she was told. Or at least she did for him. He wasn't going to complain. He liked her and her active ways. She kept him moving and kept his mind active. It was for the best. He didn't need to be growing into an bump on a log.
B'run smiled, knowing very well what had transpired between the two dragons. "Shall we?" He kicked off his boots and stripped down to his clout, offering Ravana his arm as though they were going to a fancy gather instead of bathing two dragons.
"Her bein' all go-get-'um only makes her a damn good flier," B'run pointed out with a smile. His smiles were easier to coax out of him when he'd been smoking. He turned and looked out to the lake, watching their pair interact, Olemuth the bastion of calm and Shanith the endless font of excitement. How odd that they were so different yet got along so easily. Perhaps that was why they got along so well.
Your only a stick in the mud to those that don't understand not ripping and roaring all the time. Think you can keep her calm enough so we can get her bathed?
The bronze touched his nose to Shanith's.
B'run smiled, knowing very well what had transpired between the two dragons. "Shall we?" He kicked off his boots and stripped down to his clout, offering Ravana his arm as though they were going to a fancy gather instead of bathing two dragons.