18.Feb.19, 01:35 AM
F’drel gave a soft ‘hmph’ as he turned back to giving the dragon eyes — he decided they would be closed, so he just drew a slight ‘U’ shape on each side where an eye would be with his finger. ‘Creative.’ Sure, if you considered it creativity to try to figure out the best way to keep everyone around you happy. Not that part of it wasn’t that he actually wanted R’dal to be happy — playing in the snow was hardly a hardship on his end, even if his gloves were getting a little damp from the snow melting from the heat of his hands — but part of it was also that deep seated instinct to make sure he kept people happy.
He shifted over a bit to make their snow dragon some tiny front feet, which were pretty much just snowballs tucked in where feet should go, before standing up to think about how to go about making wings. Which was when he suddenly had the weight of a very earnest bluerider pulling him into a hug. Just as suddenly, before F’drel could piece together something to say in response, the hug ended. F’drel sighed softly as he watched R’dal immediately begin to make little snowball eggs. For the moment, he left the snow Clutch to the bluerider, turning his own attention to figuring out how to make wings. He figured he could make some vaguely folded-wing shapes out of snow along the top of the big snowball, and started gathering snow up for the wings.
When he was done, F’drel eyed them, knowing they looked really nothing like wings. At least it was something? A dragon without any wings would be weirder, so F’drel shrugged it off and sat down next to R’dal to join in making snowballs.
He shifted over a bit to make their snow dragon some tiny front feet, which were pretty much just snowballs tucked in where feet should go, before standing up to think about how to go about making wings. Which was when he suddenly had the weight of a very earnest bluerider pulling him into a hug. Just as suddenly, before F’drel could piece together something to say in response, the hug ended. F’drel sighed softly as he watched R’dal immediately begin to make little snowball eggs. For the moment, he left the snow Clutch to the bluerider, turning his own attention to figuring out how to make wings. He figured he could make some vaguely folded-wing shapes out of snow along the top of the big snowball, and started gathering snow up for the wings.
When he was done, F’drel eyed them, knowing they looked really nothing like wings. At least it was something? A dragon without any wings would be weirder, so F’drel shrugged it off and sat down next to R’dal to join in making snowballs.