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27.Aug.19, 01:24 AM
Forming any further words felt like it took too much effort, so instead of speaking Sh’ran gave an amused hum, settling more comfortably against C’dhin. Of course Coroth had opinions about what his name should have been, that was so like her. He wasn’t sure if he fell asleep or not after that, it was kind of fuzzy, but he was comfy and warm and Dyoricath was asleep and C’dhin was there and it was nice. Sh’ran definitely would have fallen asleep proper if Dyoricath hadn’t shifted, rousing slowly from sleep, and Misha jolted to alertness, focusing in on his dragon as Dyoricath slowly woke up.
The little blue nuzzled his nose into Sh’ran’s leg, making soft sleepy noises. Then he froze, realizing he and his lifemate weren’t alone and his head snapped up. His eyes widened, staring, and then he let out a loud shriek, no words caught up in it, just a distressed, angry sound that was far too loud in the small room. Misha curled forward immediately, trying to shush him, pulling him snugly into his arms, but the piercing noise didn’t stop, and Sh’ran was buffeted with Who! Who! Don’t know! Didn’t give permission, go away! from Dyoricath, and he stood up and stepped out of the hug, pulling Dyoricath up with him - the dragonet still small enough to be held with little difficulty - and whispered soft reassurances to him.
“Shh, he’s a friend, it’s okay, I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up when he got here, I couldn’t bear to disturb you, it’s alright, shh.” Dyoricath curled his tail around Sh’ran’s waist possessively. Mine. Didn’t say he could come in. Our room. Ours. the blue said, twining as much of himself as possible around his rider. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to be with Sh’ran when he woke up! How very dare! Sh’ran was his and he hadn’t been awake to inspect this newcomer before he got so close to them. No, no, no, not allowed. But of course it wasn’t Sh’ran’s fault, obviously not, his rider had been thinking of him, not wanting to wake him, because he cared, cared so much about Dyoricath, but he didn’t like people in their room, touching his rider, because Sh’ran was his.
Misha giggled, too tired to respond any more intelligently. “I think we surprised him,” he said, trying not to laugh, glancing over towards C’dhin. Dyoricath shifted his wings so he was blocking Sh’ran’s line of sight - or, rather C’dhin’s. This time Sh’ran couldn’t not laugh, and pressed his forehead fondly against his dragon. Dyoricath purred, pleased; see, his rider understood, wasn’t upset, because he cared about Dyoricath most. He turned his head to watch the newcomer suspiciously; he wouldn’t bother to learn this person’s name, not until Dyoricath deemed him worthy to spend time with them.
“Here, if I introduce you properly would you like to meet Coroth? She’s green,” Sh’ran asked, deciding it may be best to get into a larger space, and that maybe he would be less mistrustful of a fellow dragon. Dyoricath considered it, still glaring at C’dhin, which made Misha giggle some more. He wasn’t fully convinced it was the best course of action, but as long as the greenrider was getting any ideas about Sh’ran, Dyoricath supposed it was all right. Maybe being closer to his own dragon would let her better keep her rider in check and not all over his. Humph.
Fine, he said, unwrapping himself from Sh’ran and landing lightly on the ground, stumbling slightly when his feet hit the floor, let’s go meet her. Dyoricath kept himself firmly between Sh’ran and the greenrider, still eyeing him warily. Misha raised an eyebrow at C’dhin with a grin and gestured for him to lead the way. Probably better not to have C’dhin walking behind him where Dyo couldn’t keep an eye on him. If he was lucky Coroth would distract Dyoricath enough he could at least talk to C’dhin, though something told Misha hugs were off the table for the day. Maybe some other day when he didn’t wake up to an unexpected guest.
The little blue nuzzled his nose into Sh’ran’s leg, making soft sleepy noises. Then he froze, realizing he and his lifemate weren’t alone and his head snapped up. His eyes widened, staring, and then he let out a loud shriek, no words caught up in it, just a distressed, angry sound that was far too loud in the small room. Misha curled forward immediately, trying to shush him, pulling him snugly into his arms, but the piercing noise didn’t stop, and Sh’ran was buffeted with Who! Who! Don’t know! Didn’t give permission, go away! from Dyoricath, and he stood up and stepped out of the hug, pulling Dyoricath up with him - the dragonet still small enough to be held with little difficulty - and whispered soft reassurances to him.
“Shh, he’s a friend, it’s okay, I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up when he got here, I couldn’t bear to disturb you, it’s alright, shh.” Dyoricath curled his tail around Sh’ran’s waist possessively. Mine. Didn’t say he could come in. Our room. Ours. the blue said, twining as much of himself as possible around his rider. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to be with Sh’ran when he woke up! How very dare! Sh’ran was his and he hadn’t been awake to inspect this newcomer before he got so close to them. No, no, no, not allowed. But of course it wasn’t Sh’ran’s fault, obviously not, his rider had been thinking of him, not wanting to wake him, because he cared, cared so much about Dyoricath, but he didn’t like people in their room, touching his rider, because Sh’ran was his.
Misha giggled, too tired to respond any more intelligently. “I think we surprised him,” he said, trying not to laugh, glancing over towards C’dhin. Dyoricath shifted his wings so he was blocking Sh’ran’s line of sight - or, rather C’dhin’s. This time Sh’ran couldn’t not laugh, and pressed his forehead fondly against his dragon. Dyoricath purred, pleased; see, his rider understood, wasn’t upset, because he cared about Dyoricath most. He turned his head to watch the newcomer suspiciously; he wouldn’t bother to learn this person’s name, not until Dyoricath deemed him worthy to spend time with them.
“Here, if I introduce you properly would you like to meet Coroth? She’s green,” Sh’ran asked, deciding it may be best to get into a larger space, and that maybe he would be less mistrustful of a fellow dragon. Dyoricath considered it, still glaring at C’dhin, which made Misha giggle some more. He wasn’t fully convinced it was the best course of action, but as long as the greenrider was getting any ideas about Sh’ran, Dyoricath supposed it was all right. Maybe being closer to his own dragon would let her better keep her rider in check and not all over his. Humph.
Fine, he said, unwrapping himself from Sh’ran and landing lightly on the ground, stumbling slightly when his feet hit the floor, let’s go meet her. Dyoricath kept himself firmly between Sh’ran and the greenrider, still eyeing him warily. Misha raised an eyebrow at C’dhin with a grin and gestured for him to lead the way. Probably better not to have C’dhin walking behind him where Dyo couldn’t keep an eye on him. If he was lucky Coroth would distract Dyoricath enough he could at least talk to C’dhin, though something told Misha hugs were off the table for the day. Maybe some other day when he didn’t wake up to an unexpected guest.
