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31.Aug.19, 03:12 PM
Sh’ran wanted so badly to reach out and reassure C’dhin, who looked so worried, that it was fine, would be fine, but he didn’t want Dyoricath to start screeching again, or have him decided he truly didn’t like C’dhin, so he stamped down the impulse as best he could. Dyoricath was young, he’d been startled, it wouldn’t be long before he was more self-assured about himself and his place in Misha’s life and would warm up to C’dhin and everyone else. One of the Healers came up to him when they got to the ledge - because of course everyone had heard Dyoricath, it’s not like the little blue knew how to be subtle yet - and Sh’ran quickly explained how it was alright, Dyoricath had just been startled to see someone he didn’t know right when he woke up. The Healer nodded, giving Dyoricath a quick once-over from a distance to reassure himself the dragonet was fine, before heading back to the room designated for the Healers and Assistants. Sh’ran sighed and turned back to Dyoricath in time to see him hesitantly go up to meet Coroth, tentatively bumping their noses together - his so much smaller than hers. Misha smiled, relieved. He could feel Dyoricath still wasn’t entirely convinced about this whole meeting his rider’s friends thing, but at least he was giving Coroth a chance and wasn’t yelling any more.
When C’dhin spoke Sh’ran pulled his eyes from the dragons to look at him, face breaking into a fond smile at the revealed baked goods. “Only a bit? I’d love to see what very carried away looks like,” he teased, moving to go sit by C’dhin, carefully picking a spot a good few feet away from him - he could feel Dyoricath turn from talking with Coroth to watch him, making sure he wasn’t getting too close. Misha wanted so badly to sit closer to him, wishing he could go back to using C’dhin as a pillow and maybe take a nap, knowing Coroth and C’dhin would keep an eye on Dyoricath, and wake him if he was needed. But he wouldn’t, because it would upset Dyoricath, who was clearly hesitant about people getting too close to his rider, and Sh’ran wouldn’t intentionally upset him like that.
He thanked C’dhin for the boxes of goodies, eagerly snagging the box of cupcakes and taking one out, sighing over how good it smelled before actually taking a bite. It was amazing as usual, but Misha thought it was extra good, his first C’dhin-treat since Impressing. He told C’dhin as much. “Best cupcake you’ve ever made, in my very humble opinion,” Sh’ran informed him, trying - and failing - to not inhale the cupcake, before reaching for a second. “I am going to get so fat throughout Weyrlinghood and it will be entirely your fault,” he said cheerfully, then took a bite out of the second cupcake and gave a contented hum. So good. C’dhin was a fucking gift and Misha really, really hoped he and Dyoricath would get along once the dragonet recovered from his surprise.
At least Dyoricath seemed to be getting along alright with Coroth? When Sh’ran checked back in on them after being distracted by his cupcakes he found Dyoricath had draped himself over Coroth’s neck, the green resting her head and neck fully along the ground with the tiny blue settled in right behind her head. Sh’ran didn’t miss that they were positioned in a way that allowed Dyoricath to keep an eye on both him and C’dhin while they spoke - Sh’ran caught pieces of the conversation, because while Dyo sounded like he was trying to be quiet he still wasn’t great at keeping his words from the room at large. Coroth’s side of the conversation was completely inaudible to him, though he could guess at some of it based on Dyoricath’s responses.
“See, he’s better when he’s not surprised,” Misha smiled at C’dhin, resisting the urge to scoot over a few feet so he could lie down and use C’dhin as a pillow.
When C’dhin spoke Sh’ran pulled his eyes from the dragons to look at him, face breaking into a fond smile at the revealed baked goods. “Only a bit? I’d love to see what very carried away looks like,” he teased, moving to go sit by C’dhin, carefully picking a spot a good few feet away from him - he could feel Dyoricath turn from talking with Coroth to watch him, making sure he wasn’t getting too close. Misha wanted so badly to sit closer to him, wishing he could go back to using C’dhin as a pillow and maybe take a nap, knowing Coroth and C’dhin would keep an eye on Dyoricath, and wake him if he was needed. But he wouldn’t, because it would upset Dyoricath, who was clearly hesitant about people getting too close to his rider, and Sh’ran wouldn’t intentionally upset him like that.
He thanked C’dhin for the boxes of goodies, eagerly snagging the box of cupcakes and taking one out, sighing over how good it smelled before actually taking a bite. It was amazing as usual, but Misha thought it was extra good, his first C’dhin-treat since Impressing. He told C’dhin as much. “Best cupcake you’ve ever made, in my very humble opinion,” Sh’ran informed him, trying - and failing - to not inhale the cupcake, before reaching for a second. “I am going to get so fat throughout Weyrlinghood and it will be entirely your fault,” he said cheerfully, then took a bite out of the second cupcake and gave a contented hum. So good. C’dhin was a fucking gift and Misha really, really hoped he and Dyoricath would get along once the dragonet recovered from his surprise.
At least Dyoricath seemed to be getting along alright with Coroth? When Sh’ran checked back in on them after being distracted by his cupcakes he found Dyoricath had draped himself over Coroth’s neck, the green resting her head and neck fully along the ground with the tiny blue settled in right behind her head. Sh’ran didn’t miss that they were positioned in a way that allowed Dyoricath to keep an eye on both him and C’dhin while they spoke - Sh’ran caught pieces of the conversation, because while Dyo sounded like he was trying to be quiet he still wasn’t great at keeping his words from the room at large. Coroth’s side of the conversation was completely inaudible to him, though he could guess at some of it based on Dyoricath’s responses.
“See, he’s better when he’s not surprised,” Misha smiled at C’dhin, resisting the urge to scoot over a few feet so he could lie down and use C’dhin as a pillow.
