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28.Feb.12, 08:41 AM
Did you need me at all tonight, love? Larrikith's voice, while light, was also fairly obvious in tone that she fully expected the answer to be a no, and would probably not be very impressed if her rider came back with some kind of affirmative. Not really, Larri. Why? B'jin's tone was amused, as he washed dishes, as he butted into Larrikith's mind to see what was going on, stealing her eyesight as he did so. Grith was being Grithy and hurt herself. Ronarth hurt himself being bronzy and now we're walking home. B'jin was floored by the easy way she said it, and the straight up answer he received. Judging by Larrikith's delight, that was quite likely her desired response. B'jin shook his head slightly, and frowned. Is everyone alright?
No, idiot, they're dead. Didn't you hear the keening? Larrikith's sarcasm was biting, but B'jin let it roll off him like water off an oiled hide. Uhhuh. Well, I have the children tonight, so be quiet when you get in. Good. I'm going to need a bath tomorrow morning, I am not built for walking. I figured, B'jin replied drolly, before letting the connection slide back down as he shook his head in amusement. Larrikith was an odd one.
Larrikith's expression as she met Ronarth's eyes was less than convinced and more than a little skeptical as she took his his assurance he was okay, but also his less than sure tone. There was very little she could do in any case, considering she was so damned tiny herself. Several feet smaller than the other three dragons, the only thing she could claim was substantial bulk on Grith, who was slightly awkward in her proportions. Or maybe Larrikith was just fat. Shaking herself and settling her wings casually at her sides, the green dragon set off as elegantly as any of them could expect to walk, her gait slow and loping.
I spy, with my little eye... amusement laced her tone as she set off into the childish game, apparently not at all put out by walking around and highly amused by the fact that her audience was unable to escape her. Any attempt Nirinath or Ronarth would make at shutting her up would be deflected by changing games, tactics or mannerisms. She was going to make the walk home interesting, and incredibly painful whilst enjoying every moment.
No, idiot, they're dead. Didn't you hear the keening? Larrikith's sarcasm was biting, but B'jin let it roll off him like water off an oiled hide. Uhhuh. Well, I have the children tonight, so be quiet when you get in. Good. I'm going to need a bath tomorrow morning, I am not built for walking. I figured, B'jin replied drolly, before letting the connection slide back down as he shook his head in amusement. Larrikith was an odd one.
Larrikith's expression as she met Ronarth's eyes was less than convinced and more than a little skeptical as she took his his assurance he was okay, but also his less than sure tone. There was very little she could do in any case, considering she was so damned tiny herself. Several feet smaller than the other three dragons, the only thing she could claim was substantial bulk on Grith, who was slightly awkward in her proportions. Or maybe Larrikith was just fat. Shaking herself and settling her wings casually at her sides, the green dragon set off as elegantly as any of them could expect to walk, her gait slow and loping.
I spy, with my little eye... amusement laced her tone as she set off into the childish game, apparently not at all put out by walking around and highly amused by the fact that her audience was unable to escape her. Any attempt Nirinath or Ronarth would make at shutting her up would be deflected by changing games, tactics or mannerisms. She was going to make the walk home interesting, and incredibly painful whilst enjoying every moment.
