28.Jan.13, 11:57 PM
A'liran smiled back and fell quiet, content to enjoy silent companionship as he worked on Astoreth's other side. The green yawned happily and slumped to her belly in the mud, enjoying the humans' touch and trying her best to hold still for them, no matter how much she wanted to move around and encourage attention for her particularly itchy spots. We'll get to em, baby girl A'liran assured her. But you've gotta stand up so we can do your legs
She was reluctant, but it was worth it. She crooned and stood up, inching just a bit more out of the water so she could be sufficiently cleaned. Ali wrinkled his nose at all the sand she was getting on her newly-cleaned left side, but oh well. Can't win em all.
Then, the bronzerider spoke. Ali looked up at him, wary for a split second before deciding it was okay to smile. "I don't hate you, either," he replied, almost as a realization as much as a statement. Ali had never gotten along particularly well with bronzeriders and tended to actually be very prejudice towards him, but this one had ignored his defensiveness and actually seemed like a decent person. A'liran was cautiously optimistic.
Astoreth purred once more and rolled onto her back without warning. She fanned her wings, which Ali had to leap to one side to avoid having them crash into his shins. The dragon crooned in amusement and allowed her feet to stick up in the air comfortably, obviously imploring the men to rub her belly next. A'liran smiled and placed his palms on her stomach, rubbing softly. "Look at you, big baby.." he said sweetly, forgetting for a moment that he was in company.
You used your 'daddy voice' on me she pointed out, gaze flickering to B'run, sincerely hoping A'liran was about to be made fun of. She wasn't a hatchling, so he deserved it!
You're a wherry!
Ali gave her belly an open-palmed slap, but it seemed to have hurt him more than it hurt her. He frowned a little, comically ruffled, before looking back to B'run. Ali was...a touch embarrassed. New topic time!
"I can't imagine washing that one," he said, cutting his eyes towards Olemuth. Shards, that dragon was huge.
She was reluctant, but it was worth it. She crooned and stood up, inching just a bit more out of the water so she could be sufficiently cleaned. Ali wrinkled his nose at all the sand she was getting on her newly-cleaned left side, but oh well. Can't win em all.
Then, the bronzerider spoke. Ali looked up at him, wary for a split second before deciding it was okay to smile. "I don't hate you, either," he replied, almost as a realization as much as a statement. Ali had never gotten along particularly well with bronzeriders and tended to actually be very prejudice towards him, but this one had ignored his defensiveness and actually seemed like a decent person. A'liran was cautiously optimistic.
Astoreth purred once more and rolled onto her back without warning. She fanned her wings, which Ali had to leap to one side to avoid having them crash into his shins. The dragon crooned in amusement and allowed her feet to stick up in the air comfortably, obviously imploring the men to rub her belly next. A'liran smiled and placed his palms on her stomach, rubbing softly. "Look at you, big baby.." he said sweetly, forgetting for a moment that he was in company.
You're a wherry!
Ali gave her belly an open-palmed slap, but it seemed to have hurt him more than it hurt her. He frowned a little, comically ruffled, before looking back to B'run. Ali was...a touch embarrassed. New topic time!
"I can't imagine washing that one," he said, cutting his eyes towards Olemuth. Shards, that dragon was huge.