11.May.13, 10:12 AM
Ronarth crooned adoringly, eyes shining as Larrikith butted into him and bounced back. She was so cute! Ronarth loved the playful and spirited nature of many green dragons, especially compared to the more regal and ultimately dour personalities of many of his fellow metallics. He'd missed playing with them, but D'ren's illness had turned into an ailment for Ronarth as well. The lack of care and the constant fear and fretting made him thin and stiff. He'd gotten skinny and his hide had cracked. These days, as D'ren slowly got better, Ronarth was looking and feeling better as well. He was no longer too upset to eat and even when D'ren wasn't well enough to wash him, the bronzerider never had trouble finding help.
Ronarth snorted playfully and dove for her, prodding gently with his snout in an effort to knock her over. He was gentle, but he did have a tendency to forget his own massive size at times! Friendly let out a helpful chirp as she swirled about and settled on his nose, boldly reminding him that it was not polite to headbutt greens! At least not at full force.
"Her dress is beautiful!" D'ren said, grinning widely as he stepped back inside and pushed the door closed behind his guests. He humored the girls for a moment, fawning over Tsereni's little dress for a moment before putting her back down and turning his attention to B'jin. He sensed the greenrider's wariness. "It's quite fine," he said preemptively. "I've been out of touch with a lot of people." A visit from B'jin wouldn't have been nice, but D'ren figured the poor man was probably safer in the long run for having run for the hills.
"I'm excellent," D'ren lied. He said it with a cheerful smile, hoping that B'jin would take it at face value. He seated himself and crossed his legs, hands folded neatly in his lap. "It's been quiet, for the most part. One step at a time," he said.
"How have you been?" D'ren would much rather talk abut B'jin's life than his own. Things on D'ren's end were looking up, but still hardly pleasant. He had a whole pile of issues that he had a hard time thinking about when he was alone, much less sharing with others. He didn't want to talk about himself, he didn't want to talk about politics...he wanted to talk about nice things.
Ronarth snorted playfully and dove for her, prodding gently with his snout in an effort to knock her over. He was gentle, but he did have a tendency to forget his own massive size at times! Friendly let out a helpful chirp as she swirled about and settled on his nose, boldly reminding him that it was not polite to headbutt greens! At least not at full force.
"Her dress is beautiful!" D'ren said, grinning widely as he stepped back inside and pushed the door closed behind his guests. He humored the girls for a moment, fawning over Tsereni's little dress for a moment before putting her back down and turning his attention to B'jin. He sensed the greenrider's wariness. "It's quite fine," he said preemptively. "I've been out of touch with a lot of people." A visit from B'jin wouldn't have been nice, but D'ren figured the poor man was probably safer in the long run for having run for the hills.
"I'm excellent," D'ren lied. He said it with a cheerful smile, hoping that B'jin would take it at face value. He seated himself and crossed his legs, hands folded neatly in his lap. "It's been quiet, for the most part. One step at a time," he said.
"How have you been?" D'ren would much rather talk abut B'jin's life than his own. Things on D'ren's end were looking up, but still hardly pleasant. He had a whole pile of issues that he had a hard time thinking about when he was alone, much less sharing with others. He didn't want to talk about himself, he didn't want to talk about politics...he wanted to talk about nice things.