17.Aug.13, 08:43 PM
V'riy smiled warmly at Arddra as she promised to keep the knowledge to herself. This was not the brotherly smile he had brandished so often earlier - this was the friendly smile he saved for those he trusted. A smile closer to the one he had given Morith earlier. "Good, I believe you will," he responded warmly. The smile on the girl's face confirmed that they were finally on good terms.
The bronzerider was elated that he had accomplished his goal with Arddra. It was a small success with the Stolen, but it was worth every ounce of effort to achieve it and to maintain it. He genuinely liked the girl and looked forward to what their new friendship would bring in the days ahead.
So, you like her, the dragon commented. I thought you would. She has a kind heart, and a strength of will unlike many of the others. An exception? his bronze questioned curiously.
I think so, V'riy replied but didn't expand on his words. For the time being, Morith accepted the answer. He could pry more infromation out of V'riy when they were alone.
More relaxed now that the tension in the room had receded due to their new understanding, V'riy gently took the bowl from its place in front of Arddra and turned to fill it with more of the stew, which was still steaming from the pot. This particular pot was made to retain heat and it did its job admirably. He placed the lid back on the pot and turned back to the girl, serving her first, placing the bowl in front of her just as gently. He then took his own bowl and reclaimed his seat.
"I'm glad you like it. Sometimes I regret the absence of the garlic, but Morith would have my head," he sighed regretfully. His bronze gave a soft bugle from outside to add weight to his rider's remark. The dragon was impressed with V'riy's ability to reach out to the Stolen candidate.
"So how can I repay you for your expert repair of that mangled shirt?"
The bronzerider was elated that he had accomplished his goal with Arddra. It was a small success with the Stolen, but it was worth every ounce of effort to achieve it and to maintain it. He genuinely liked the girl and looked forward to what their new friendship would bring in the days ahead.
I think so, V'riy replied but didn't expand on his words. For the time being, Morith accepted the answer. He could pry more infromation out of V'riy when they were alone.
More relaxed now that the tension in the room had receded due to their new understanding, V'riy gently took the bowl from its place in front of Arddra and turned to fill it with more of the stew, which was still steaming from the pot. This particular pot was made to retain heat and it did its job admirably. He placed the lid back on the pot and turned back to the girl, serving her first, placing the bowl in front of her just as gently. He then took his own bowl and reclaimed his seat.
"I'm glad you like it. Sometimes I regret the absence of the garlic, but Morith would have my head," he sighed regretfully. His bronze gave a soft bugle from outside to add weight to his rider's remark. The dragon was impressed with V'riy's ability to reach out to the Stolen candidate.
"So how can I repay you for your expert repair of that mangled shirt?"