10.Jun.19, 04:31 AM
R’vi smiled at Tala saying they were friends. Could she read minds like a dragon and knew he was feeling a bit weird about what counted as a friend? More likely she was just commenting on the fact that he did a favour for her and she wanted to return it if possible. But he liked the idea of them being friends. She had been fun to hang out with and after she gave birth, he admittedly gave her a wide berth. Again, it went back to not knowing what to do with a baby but also he didn’t want to be a distraction while she raised a kid. Then she Impressed and he kept his distance so the young dragon could adapt to everything. Now, though, maybe he could pop in sometimes to see how the pair was doing. It seemed Vydoriath was amused with Niath as well so he wouldn’t mind the socializing.
That being said, it was time to break up their little gathering. Getting to his feet, R’vi stretched and amended his day’s plans to be a quick meal, a nap, and then ferrying Ryvala to her mom. If he didn’t stop to think on the task too much, he wouldn’t panic and overthink anything and that was the way he preferred. Someone once told him he was just dancing through life and while he was pretty sure it was supposed to have been an insult, R’vi liked it and made it his motto. Life was just better when you were dancing and not fretting about anything.
“I’ll leave you to get prepared on your end, maybe enjoy the afternoon’s quiet for the last time,” he laughed, teasing her about having a toddler and dragonet around soon. He couldn’t imagine much would get done when Tala had them both in her care, no matter how short the time was with Ryvala before she was back in the crèche.
At the dragons, R’vi gave Vydoriath an affectionate pat to the side before climbing up. “Sorry, Niath. I’m stealing the big guy away for a bit but we’ll be back tonight if you want to see him again.” He’d ask Vydoriath later what they talked about and his impression of the little green. For all he knew, they actually couldn’t stand each other but didn’t want to interrupt their humans’ serious conversation.
Vydoriath waddled a bit further from the pair to help limit the dust and breeze he would cause before he took off with powerful flaps of his wings. R’vi gave a wave to Tala and then turned his attention back to the task of jumping back to Ista. Just before he did, he decided he wasn’t hungry anymore and sleep sounded like the best cure for what had happened already that day and to help prep him for what he still had to do.
That being said, it was time to break up their little gathering. Getting to his feet, R’vi stretched and amended his day’s plans to be a quick meal, a nap, and then ferrying Ryvala to her mom. If he didn’t stop to think on the task too much, he wouldn’t panic and overthink anything and that was the way he preferred. Someone once told him he was just dancing through life and while he was pretty sure it was supposed to have been an insult, R’vi liked it and made it his motto. Life was just better when you were dancing and not fretting about anything.
“I’ll leave you to get prepared on your end, maybe enjoy the afternoon’s quiet for the last time,” he laughed, teasing her about having a toddler and dragonet around soon. He couldn’t imagine much would get done when Tala had them both in her care, no matter how short the time was with Ryvala before she was back in the crèche.
At the dragons, R’vi gave Vydoriath an affectionate pat to the side before climbing up. “Sorry, Niath. I’m stealing the big guy away for a bit but we’ll be back tonight if you want to see him again.” He’d ask Vydoriath later what they talked about and his impression of the little green. For all he knew, they actually couldn’t stand each other but didn’t want to interrupt their humans’ serious conversation.
Vydoriath waddled a bit further from the pair to help limit the dust and breeze he would cause before he took off with powerful flaps of his wings. R’vi gave a wave to Tala and then turned his attention back to the task of jumping back to Ista. Just before he did, he decided he wasn’t hungry anymore and sleep sounded like the best cure for what had happened already that day and to help prep him for what he still had to do.