08.Oct.19, 08:32 PM
Sh’ran shot Narinoa a quick smile, just enough to acknowledge the greeting - he wasn’t awake enough yet to deal with Dyo taking offense to his rider accidentally flirting with people. Not flirting in response to literally everything was terribly hard. Sh’ran felt like he had to bite back over half of the snarky comments he’d usually make. It probably made him come across so boring, too. Utterly tragic. But Dyoricath was still a baby, and he was having a little trouble reassuring himself Misha flirting wouldn’t ever threaten his bond with his rider. Sh’ran would be able to remind everyone how clever and witty he was soon enough. He hoped.
“Oh, you know, the usual. We were asleep, now we’re awake, very exciting.” Sh’ran shrugged, not really sure what else he’d gotten up to since he’d spoken to the Healer-greenrider last. Feed Dyoricath, bathe Dyoricath, oil Dyoricath, fall asleep watching Dyoricath… All very thrilling to hear about, he knew. They were supposed to be starting lessons proper soon, so Sh’ran hoped that would give him at least something to say about his day.
Dyoricath didn’t particularly care if he got poked at in the sun or not, he was still going to be prodded at by not his rider, but he supposed out on the ledge would be better, since there was more space and more people and maybe they would pay attention to each other and not him and Sh’ran. And Semath was there, and Dyoricath had decided he trusted dragons to keep their own riders in line, generally, so it was safer when they were around. Candidates were more suspect, since they didn’t have any good draconic sense in there. Unfortunate.
Knowing Dyoricath’s dislike of these exams Sh’ran stuck close to him, sitting down next to the dragonet when he’d chosen a spot outside for getting poked at. He leaned against the blue as Dyoricath pointedly looked away from Narinoa and L’gan. Tell them to get on with it, he announced, though he knew both men could hear him. Sh’ran rolled his eyes in amusement and gave a half-hearted wave to invite both of them over.
“Oh, you know, the usual. We were asleep, now we’re awake, very exciting.” Sh’ran shrugged, not really sure what else he’d gotten up to since he’d spoken to the Healer-greenrider last. Feed Dyoricath, bathe Dyoricath, oil Dyoricath, fall asleep watching Dyoricath… All very thrilling to hear about, he knew. They were supposed to be starting lessons proper soon, so Sh’ran hoped that would give him at least something to say about his day.
Dyoricath didn’t particularly care if he got poked at in the sun or not, he was still going to be prodded at by not his rider, but he supposed out on the ledge would be better, since there was more space and more people and maybe they would pay attention to each other and not him and Sh’ran. And Semath was there, and Dyoricath had decided he trusted dragons to keep their own riders in line, generally, so it was safer when they were around. Candidates were more suspect, since they didn’t have any good draconic sense in there. Unfortunate.
Knowing Dyoricath’s dislike of these exams Sh’ran stuck close to him, sitting down next to the dragonet when he’d chosen a spot outside for getting poked at. He leaned against the blue as Dyoricath pointedly looked away from Narinoa and L’gan. Tell them to get on with it, he announced, though he knew both men could hear him. Sh’ran rolled his eyes in amusement and gave a half-hearted wave to invite both of them over.