21.Feb.12, 05:53 PM
I'shan's face broke into an scandalous grin at Lymsleia's question, but before he could reply, R'nd offered up a response more clever and much more poetic response than I'shan was prepared to muster on his own. Delicious body, huh? To that, the elegant bluerider could only shrug.
He stood upright, slowly detaching himself from Ilveriath and allowing the dragon to once again rest his head, before strolling lazily over to R'nd and giving him an open-handed slap on the arm. "Delicious indeed. And to you, forbidden fruit," he jabbed affectionately. He winked to let him friend know that he wasn't serious, though any passerby might have assumed the gesture was serious.
Now free, Ilveriath yawned and turned away. The leisurely dragon started to close his eyes for an unnecessary nap, but found himself interrupted by an unexpected and wholly amusing sight. He locked his eyes on a young human, presumably a candidate, who stood close by and flailed his arms in some manner of abstract mockery. Ilveriath let out an amused huff and pointing it out wordlessly to Ayyonth, but said nothing to I'shan, who he imagined was at least partially the young man's target.
"Leaving me, R'nd?" I'shan asked, cutting his eyes towards his fellow bluerider and frowning. "Very well then. I would join you, but I just came from breakfast myself." His hand unconsciously rose to brush his bruised lip. "I'll see you soon, all right?"
Afterwards, he turned to Lymsleia. "I suppose it's just you and me, miss," he said. He produced a mellow laugh. "So I have to ask...who is it who called us all 'sex-crazed beasts'?" Not that he was going to argue.
He stood upright, slowly detaching himself from Ilveriath and allowing the dragon to once again rest his head, before strolling lazily over to R'nd and giving him an open-handed slap on the arm. "Delicious indeed. And to you, forbidden fruit," he jabbed affectionately. He winked to let him friend know that he wasn't serious, though any passerby might have assumed the gesture was serious.
Now free, Ilveriath yawned and turned away. The leisurely dragon started to close his eyes for an unnecessary nap, but found himself interrupted by an unexpected and wholly amusing sight. He locked his eyes on a young human, presumably a candidate, who stood close by and flailed his arms in some manner of abstract mockery. Ilveriath let out an amused huff and pointing it out wordlessly to Ayyonth, but said nothing to I'shan, who he imagined was at least partially the young man's target.
"Leaving me, R'nd?" I'shan asked, cutting his eyes towards his fellow bluerider and frowning. "Very well then. I would join you, but I just came from breakfast myself." His hand unconsciously rose to brush his bruised lip. "I'll see you soon, all right?"
Afterwards, he turned to Lymsleia. "I suppose it's just you and me, miss," he said. He produced a mellow laugh. "So I have to ask...who is it who called us all 'sex-crazed beasts'?" Not that he was going to argue.