17.Aug.19, 04:06 PM
“I’d like that. Thank you, F’drel,” Quinvalis forgot his nerves and worry that he was being a bother as he smiled at the offer to sit with the dragon. He loved dragons, obviously given he was Searched and enthusiastically packed right after, but he didn’t get to talk to too many of them. Again, that was part of his shyness and his worry he’d get in trouble for approaching someone’s dragon so he usually only chatted with Aradissicath and Xyreith. Well, he talked to Xyreith and sometimes the bronze indulged him enough to give a nod or snort but he never spoke. R’nya had told him long ago that Xyreith didn’t speak to any other human but him and only a couple of times to Rhaedalyn.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that!” Quinvalis was quickly back to fussing over someone fussing over him. “I’m okay just sitting with her but I guess if you don’t mind, as long as Halmorith can let Aradissicath or Xyreith know I’m leaving so Rhaedalyn and R’nya don’t worry about me.” He knew he wouldn’t have to give his mother notice, mostly because R’nya would pass it on once he knew just to make sure Quilriana was in the know. He’d feel a bit bad about suddenly ditching without saying good bye, but it wasn’t like he never got to see her and would apologise profusely on the next visit.
He followed F’drel to the field dragons were lounging in and his eyes lit up when they stopped by a green dragon. His current troubles were momentarily forgotten as he took in every detail about her beautiful dark hide and smiling as he saw the light patch on her neck. She was so subtle but she wore it well and it made her stand out. He’d never get tired of meeting new dragons—heck, just seeing them. They were all so unique in size, shape, colour, and personality.
“Nice to meet you, Halomirth,” he reached out to touch her, pet her in greeting, but he hesitated. Was it rude to just touch someone’s dragon? Maybe the dragon didn’t like strangers pawing them so he put his hand back down.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that!” Quinvalis was quickly back to fussing over someone fussing over him. “I’m okay just sitting with her but I guess if you don’t mind, as long as Halmorith can let Aradissicath or Xyreith know I’m leaving so Rhaedalyn and R’nya don’t worry about me.” He knew he wouldn’t have to give his mother notice, mostly because R’nya would pass it on once he knew just to make sure Quilriana was in the know. He’d feel a bit bad about suddenly ditching without saying good bye, but it wasn’t like he never got to see her and would apologise profusely on the next visit.
He followed F’drel to the field dragons were lounging in and his eyes lit up when they stopped by a green dragon. His current troubles were momentarily forgotten as he took in every detail about her beautiful dark hide and smiling as he saw the light patch on her neck. She was so subtle but she wore it well and it made her stand out. He’d never get tired of meeting new dragons—heck, just seeing them. They were all so unique in size, shape, colour, and personality.
“Nice to meet you, Halomirth,” he reached out to touch her, pet her in greeting, but he hesitated. Was it rude to just touch someone’s dragon? Maybe the dragon didn’t like strangers pawing them so he put his hand back down.