28.Oct.20, 10:16 AM
B’kit grinned back after watching the firelizards dart off with Nutmeg hot on their tails. “Nutty at least is usually pretty good. He tends to get bored and sneak off for cuddles with Re or one of my friends,” he said, using his nickname for the blue dragon.
Erebuth had been eager to prove himself after they’d gotten permission to ferry Corvilis as well. The tiny blue was all too aware of how fragile he looked and hated all the extra fuss in the weeks leading up to the Gather. But the promise of seeing friends and watching the bustle and merriment of it all more than made up for the hassle. If he’d noticed the fleeting dubious glance from Covilis when B’kit’s back was turned, Erebuth certainly hadn’t mentioned anything.
Kitt laughed at the comment. “Hardly! Erebuth’s been tough since he hatched.” He rubbed the blue’s eye ridge happily as he continued, “believe it our not, he was the sturdiest of the clutch when they hatched—though also terribly shy. Thankfully he’s become more gregarious over the past Turn; it would be a lot harder for him to hide behind me these days.”
“He likes all the fun new smells of Gathers, but I don’t usually let him sample anything. His stomach can be a bit delicate at times,” which was putting it mildly, but Erebuth hadn’t had one of those episodes in months now. Still, B’kit smiled. “I was thinking of getting some decorations to add to his harnessing though”
He couldn’t help another bright laugh at the suggestion and sudden slightly awkward amendment. “You could have just asked if you wanted a wingman,” he teased. “I’m always happy to help out in that regard,” B’kit said as they headed into the maze of stalls to browse.
Erebuth had been eager to prove himself after they’d gotten permission to ferry Corvilis as well. The tiny blue was all too aware of how fragile he looked and hated all the extra fuss in the weeks leading up to the Gather. But the promise of seeing friends and watching the bustle and merriment of it all more than made up for the hassle. If he’d noticed the fleeting dubious glance from Covilis when B’kit’s back was turned, Erebuth certainly hadn’t mentioned anything.
Kitt laughed at the comment. “Hardly! Erebuth’s been tough since he hatched.” He rubbed the blue’s eye ridge happily as he continued, “believe it our not, he was the sturdiest of the clutch when they hatched—though also terribly shy. Thankfully he’s become more gregarious over the past Turn; it would be a lot harder for him to hide behind me these days.”
“He likes all the fun new smells of Gathers, but I don’t usually let him sample anything. His stomach can be a bit delicate at times,” which was putting it mildly, but Erebuth hadn’t had one of those episodes in months now. Still, B’kit smiled. “I was thinking of getting some decorations to add to his harnessing though”
He couldn’t help another bright laugh at the suggestion and sudden slightly awkward amendment. “You could have just asked if you wanted a wingman,” he teased. “I’m always happy to help out in that regard,” B’kit said as they headed into the maze of stalls to browse.