17.Dec.20, 02:20 PM
How long had he been standing there? Too long. Definitely too long. Not that it would have mattered with how loud they were—Malvayth especially. Quinvalis wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in at least this half of the Weyr heard her booming voice in their heads and maybe even some of what Cazan had been screaming. It was kind of impressive but also rather scary. It was a good reminder as to why he often found the goldrider to be intimidating.
As Cazan distracted herself with a gift, Quinvalis moved on from silently gawking with wide eyes to moving to silently moving to the dragon where he laid a hand on her side. “You’re not fat, Malvayth,” he soothed, petting her gently. “You’re proudly carrying your eggs.” His mother had always taught him to be polite and to keep his mouth shut if he couldn’t. But he meant what he said to the self-conscious dragon.
“And you didn’t have to bring me any gifts,” Quinvalis turned from Malvayth to see what Cazan was up to. He was back to gawking when she held up the jacket. He did say he wouldn’t mind modelling for her so this was probably for that reason and it looked very nice. He’d honestly kind of forgotten until that moment that he had offered to help in that way and assumed at the time he’d wear random pieces she had once in a while. Nothing that he would keep and he only assumed that now with her saying it was a gift.
His shyness took over and he looked down at the sand and shook his head slightly. “Thank you, Cazan, but I couldn’t possibly accept something so nice.” It wasn’t the first gift he’d been given that month and while the first one left him stunned and unable to thank the girl or question her further for giving him the pendant, he found his voice this time and felt he’d done nothing to earn such an item.
As Cazan distracted herself with a gift, Quinvalis moved on from silently gawking with wide eyes to moving to silently moving to the dragon where he laid a hand on her side. “You’re not fat, Malvayth,” he soothed, petting her gently. “You’re proudly carrying your eggs.” His mother had always taught him to be polite and to keep his mouth shut if he couldn’t. But he meant what he said to the self-conscious dragon.
“And you didn’t have to bring me any gifts,” Quinvalis turned from Malvayth to see what Cazan was up to. He was back to gawking when she held up the jacket. He did say he wouldn’t mind modelling for her so this was probably for that reason and it looked very nice. He’d honestly kind of forgotten until that moment that he had offered to help in that way and assumed at the time he’d wear random pieces she had once in a while. Nothing that he would keep and he only assumed that now with her saying it was a gift.
His shyness took over and he looked down at the sand and shook his head slightly. “Thank you, Cazan, but I couldn’t possibly accept something so nice.” It wasn’t the first gift he’d been given that month and while the first one left him stunned and unable to thank the girl or question her further for giving him the pendant, he found his voice this time and felt he’d done nothing to earn such an item.