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22.May.12, 03:23 AM
This was wrong. So, so wrong. It was winter, but it wasn't cold. M'bal couldn't see his breath pillowing before him in an icy cloud, didn't feel the sting of bitter air on his skin when he rose from the steaming bath. He missed that, felt his body aching for the frozen winters of the north. The south with its tropical, wet winters was foul and it left him acting like a proddy Green.
He rose from the tub of water, flicking at the surface with a distasteful expression. It was no longer steaming like it originally had been and had almost reached room temperature. Not that that was any feat today, it was a very mild day, even verging on warm all things considered. Withholding a grumble he set about towelling himself off, a relatively quick task given he was already dry from the chest up. He sensed Gugaroth's question even before it filtered along their bond. M'bal! Grith is so lovely today, will we chase? An image of the brightly painted Green flashed into his mind, to which he turned an awful sneer at. 'You must be ill Roth. Do you really want to have to clean all that filthy paint off after catching her?' He sent, reaching for his clothes. Nevermind that there wouldn't be time for him to suitably dress and then get to Par'a's hut in time.
A mixture of desire, disappointment and understanding pulsed along their bond as Gugaroth kept himself on the ground, readjusting himself to keep the sun on his wings. Of course... How could I not see? There was a pitiful whining edge to the Bronze's voice. 'Because she would be a lovely catch. If she weren't dripping in slop, of course.' M'bal's words didn't reassure his dragon, who simply sent dismay along to his rider. Pursing his lips, M'bal pondered how to cheer his dragon up. It came to him as he gave his coat a final tug, of course. 'Why don't I find someone to chase for us?' The instant perk in attention and excitement was impossible to miss, M'bal felt Gugaroth's sharp jump upright as the Bronze faced the bathing houses. Oh, that would be good!
It was a little strange, the way Gugaroth took such great pleasure in his rider's pursuits. Almost like a flight in reverse, the Bronze often let himself be overcome by his rider's emotions, watching and encouraging his play. Sometimes he even helped in attempting to court the lovely ladies M'bal set his sights on, playing the cute and cuddly Bronze or the stoic statue of mystery to capture the interest of them. M'bal appreciated the help, a cute 'puppy dog' stare always helped to convince a women closer.
Opening the door of the bathing room he had chosen earlier he took a step forward; right into Jazira. Staring down at the short, fiery woman he frowned. "My apologies," he purred. She was pretty enough, but that cast... What on Pern had she done? It wasn't often Katilians broke or fractured their limbs, especially not a leg. That would render themselves almost useless and a useless person in Katila was a worthless person. She is pretty. Gugaroth commented. The Bronze radiated excitement and approval, inspiring M'bal to take the challenge. He could bed a woman with a cast on her leg, hell, he could bed one with a cast on her groin.
M'bal offered his hand forward to Jazira, a gentlemanly gesture. "I don't believe we've met before. My name is M'bal, what might your's be, fair lady?" His blue eyes flicked up and down her subtly, she didn't seem to be much of a lady from her posture but that didn't matter. Better to stretch the truth and flatter than to lay it out as it were and offend.
Sorry this took so long. ):
He rose from the tub of water, flicking at the surface with a distasteful expression. It was no longer steaming like it originally had been and had almost reached room temperature. Not that that was any feat today, it was a very mild day, even verging on warm all things considered. Withholding a grumble he set about towelling himself off, a relatively quick task given he was already dry from the chest up. He sensed Gugaroth's question even before it filtered along their bond. M'bal! Grith is so lovely today, will we chase? An image of the brightly painted Green flashed into his mind, to which he turned an awful sneer at. 'You must be ill Roth. Do you really want to have to clean all that filthy paint off after catching her?' He sent, reaching for his clothes. Nevermind that there wouldn't be time for him to suitably dress and then get to Par'a's hut in time.
A mixture of desire, disappointment and understanding pulsed along their bond as Gugaroth kept himself on the ground, readjusting himself to keep the sun on his wings. Of course... How could I not see? There was a pitiful whining edge to the Bronze's voice. 'Because she would be a lovely catch. If she weren't dripping in slop, of course.' M'bal's words didn't reassure his dragon, who simply sent dismay along to his rider. Pursing his lips, M'bal pondered how to cheer his dragon up. It came to him as he gave his coat a final tug, of course. 'Why don't I find someone to chase for us?' The instant perk in attention and excitement was impossible to miss, M'bal felt Gugaroth's sharp jump upright as the Bronze faced the bathing houses. Oh, that would be good!
It was a little strange, the way Gugaroth took such great pleasure in his rider's pursuits. Almost like a flight in reverse, the Bronze often let himself be overcome by his rider's emotions, watching and encouraging his play. Sometimes he even helped in attempting to court the lovely ladies M'bal set his sights on, playing the cute and cuddly Bronze or the stoic statue of mystery to capture the interest of them. M'bal appreciated the help, a cute 'puppy dog' stare always helped to convince a women closer.
Opening the door of the bathing room he had chosen earlier he took a step forward; right into Jazira. Staring down at the short, fiery woman he frowned. "My apologies," he purred. She was pretty enough, but that cast... What on Pern had she done? It wasn't often Katilians broke or fractured their limbs, especially not a leg. That would render themselves almost useless and a useless person in Katila was a worthless person. She is pretty. Gugaroth commented. The Bronze radiated excitement and approval, inspiring M'bal to take the challenge. He could bed a woman with a cast on her leg, hell, he could bed one with a cast on her groin.
M'bal offered his hand forward to Jazira, a gentlemanly gesture. "I don't believe we've met before. My name is M'bal, what might your's be, fair lady?" His blue eyes flicked up and down her subtly, she didn't seem to be much of a lady from her posture but that didn't matter. Better to stretch the truth and flatter than to lay it out as it were and offend.
Sorry this took so long. ):
