21.Mar.12, 03:25 PM
Ronarth was getting increasingly used to being snubbed because he was a bronze...but not by golds! Golds usually loved him! Puzzled and with feelings hurt, the bronze let out a soft creel as he peeled away. D'ren swiftly asked what was wrong, though the situation was as familiar to rider as it was to dragon. Ronarth had a bad luck streak with such things, it seemed.
D'ren was a bit more realistic about it, though. Ronarth ran into these problems because he literally greeted everyone. Of course the more negative responses stood out so much, especially when so many were charmed by his sweetness and gentle simplicity. D'ren gave the dragon a mental reassurance before turning his attention back to Jada.
Really, the way the little gold hid behind Jada's legs was too cute. A paternal smile crossed his face.
"No pressure?" he asked the girl with a knowing chuckle. There was pressure indeed. He was all too familiar with it by now. It put a lot more strain on him than he liked to show, and he could only imagine that she would soon share it with him. Perhaps it would express itself in another way, but it would be there nonetheless. He gave her an empathetic smile.
"You're welcome, Jada," he said afterwards. He was glad for an opportunity to talk to her, though he saw no reason to dive right into the ugly side of business. Jada was freshly Impressed. She should be allowed to enjoy her own hatching feast.
"They're that way," he said with amusement as he looked at Krypth. "I remember Ronarth was in to all sorts of messes at our hatching feast...he kept crawling under tables and knocking things over. He was just so excited," he said, his eyes shining with fond remembrance as he thought back on that night. "And then all at once, he got exhausted...he sprawled out right in the middle of the dining caverns walkway and fell asleep. It took me ages to wake him and get him out of the way!"
D'ren was a bit more realistic about it, though. Ronarth ran into these problems because he literally greeted everyone. Of course the more negative responses stood out so much, especially when so many were charmed by his sweetness and gentle simplicity. D'ren gave the dragon a mental reassurance before turning his attention back to Jada.
Really, the way the little gold hid behind Jada's legs was too cute. A paternal smile crossed his face.
"No pressure?" he asked the girl with a knowing chuckle. There was pressure indeed. He was all too familiar with it by now. It put a lot more strain on him than he liked to show, and he could only imagine that she would soon share it with him. Perhaps it would express itself in another way, but it would be there nonetheless. He gave her an empathetic smile.
"You're welcome, Jada," he said afterwards. He was glad for an opportunity to talk to her, though he saw no reason to dive right into the ugly side of business. Jada was freshly Impressed. She should be allowed to enjoy her own hatching feast.
"They're that way," he said with amusement as he looked at Krypth. "I remember Ronarth was in to all sorts of messes at our hatching feast...he kept crawling under tables and knocking things over. He was just so excited," he said, his eyes shining with fond remembrance as he thought back on that night. "And then all at once, he got exhausted...he sprawled out right in the middle of the dining caverns walkway and fell asleep. It took me ages to wake him and get him out of the way!"