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28.Jan.12, 04:51 AM
Larrikith!
Ronarth's greeting was pleasantly enthusiastic. The bronze appeared several seconds later, his stocky body flashing into existence from the void of between. He'd watched from a lower crag as the green rose skyward, drifting away into the mountains without her rider to guide her. As it happened, Ronarth was in a similar position.
D'ren was asleep. He'd worked all day, dealing first with paperwork and then with a meeting concerning future threadfighting drills. A large lunch accompanied by a killer headache had knocked the bronzerider right out. He currently rested in his hut, wrapped in a thick blanket in spite of the heat.
Ronarth clung to a particularly jagged outcropping, clutching the jagged surface with his claws and wrapping his tail and wings around the stones to hold himself in place. He twined his neck towards Larrikith and crooned a gentle greeting. His eyes flickered in lazy shades of green. He was bored and wanted badly to clamor for D'ren's attention, but even the stupidest dragon would realize that the fragile human needed to rest.
Ronarth found himself oddly at a loss for words. While normally gabby and even invasive, there was something solemn about this place that quelled his usual enthusiasm. He rumbled softly, eyes swirling at an even slower pace, and rested his head on the rocks. How are you? he finally asked, his mindvoice slow and smooth, docile. Maybe he was tired because D'ren was tired. Maybe he was just bored. Either way, it was nice to have someone to talk to.
Ronarth's greeting was pleasantly enthusiastic. The bronze appeared several seconds later, his stocky body flashing into existence from the void of between. He'd watched from a lower crag as the green rose skyward, drifting away into the mountains without her rider to guide her. As it happened, Ronarth was in a similar position.
D'ren was asleep. He'd worked all day, dealing first with paperwork and then with a meeting concerning future threadfighting drills. A large lunch accompanied by a killer headache had knocked the bronzerider right out. He currently rested in his hut, wrapped in a thick blanket in spite of the heat.
Ronarth clung to a particularly jagged outcropping, clutching the jagged surface with his claws and wrapping his tail and wings around the stones to hold himself in place. He twined his neck towards Larrikith and crooned a gentle greeting. His eyes flickered in lazy shades of green. He was bored and wanted badly to clamor for D'ren's attention, but even the stupidest dragon would realize that the fragile human needed to rest.
Ronarth found himself oddly at a loss for words. While normally gabby and even invasive, there was something solemn about this place that quelled his usual enthusiasm. He rumbled softly, eyes swirling at an even slower pace, and rested his head on the rocks. How are you? he finally asked, his mindvoice slow and smooth, docile. Maybe he was tired because D'ren was tired. Maybe he was just bored. Either way, it was nice to have someone to talk to.
