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14.Aug.12, 11:56 PM
D'ren sighed and ran his hands along Ronarth's soft hide. "I expect it has more to do with Ronarth than with Saquith," he said. He did well to keep the irritation out of his voice, but Ronarth still noticed it. I'm sorry the bronze said cautiously. D'ren wasn't angry, but the idea that Ronarth was being a bad influence on the new Weyrsecond's dragon was not exactly a welcome one.
You shouldn't encourage Saquith to act out D'ren said firmly. He slid free of the dragon's neck and started to swim to the bank. Can you push the boat to the shore? he asked afterwards as he ran his hands through his hair, trying to squeeze some of the water out of it and get fits of lake debris, mostly leaves, off of his face.
Yes said Ronarth, bashful. He creeled to Saquith and pushed his nose against the boat, slowly ushering it towards the shore. D'ren walked over to meet it, grabbing hold of the bottom lip and pulling it halfway onto the sand. Then, he reached out to pat the dragon's nose.
It's fine, love. Just be more careful in the future. Saquith seems easily impressionable. And, before Ronarth could vocalize his concerns, And you are NOT stupid.
D'ren sat down on the edge of the lake and wrapped his arms around his knees, looking out over the again-still waters and sighing. He reminded himself not to get worked up over so small a thing, and to instead think of it as humorous. It was so hard to smile these days.
"Sorry our first outing had to go this way, N'gelt," he said with a resigned laugh. S'kef had gotten used to it after a while. Shards; in spite of what D'ren viewed as a betrayal, he found himself wondering what the brownrider was up to and wishing him well.
You shouldn't encourage Saquith to act out D'ren said firmly. He slid free of the dragon's neck and started to swim to the bank. Can you push the boat to the shore? he asked afterwards as he ran his hands through his hair, trying to squeeze some of the water out of it and get fits of lake debris, mostly leaves, off of his face.
Yes said Ronarth, bashful. He creeled to Saquith and pushed his nose against the boat, slowly ushering it towards the shore. D'ren walked over to meet it, grabbing hold of the bottom lip and pulling it halfway onto the sand. Then, he reached out to pat the dragon's nose.
It's fine, love. Just be more careful in the future. Saquith seems easily impressionable. And, before Ronarth could vocalize his concerns, And you are NOT stupid.
D'ren sat down on the edge of the lake and wrapped his arms around his knees, looking out over the again-still waters and sighing. He reminded himself not to get worked up over so small a thing, and to instead think of it as humorous. It was so hard to smile these days.
"Sorry our first outing had to go this way, N'gelt," he said with a resigned laugh. S'kef had gotten used to it after a while. Shards; in spite of what D'ren viewed as a betrayal, he found himself wondering what the brownrider was up to and wishing him well.
