16.Mar.13, 06:24 PM
Ignoring the way the other man's mouth twisted into a frown, T'rielle's own expression didn't change in the least. Brushing his hair out of his eyes again and putting a little more empty water between himself and the other man, T'rielle got his first good look at the person he'd inadvertently tried to drown. While not particularly dense, T'rielle was stubborn and he wasn't overly fond of the fact that not everyone wanted to be his friend. There was a point, of course, where he would be smart enough to back off (usually with prodding thanks to Caxith), though that tended not to happen until someone explicitly told him to leave them alone. So he usually managed to worm his way under the skin.
At the mention of his dragon, T'rielle glanced at her, his grin dropping a tiny bit as the other man's words settled into his brain. It didn't take very long, of course, before that grin was right back in place and as bright as ever. "If something's going to happen my presence won't change that. Caxith's a better babysitter than I am anyway."
Maybe he's just trying to get rid of you.
There was a brief pause before T'rielle brushed her off with a mental shrug. "I'm T'rielle, by the way. You've probably figured it out, but the dragon's Caxith." The green (carefully) raised her head, sending children running with delighted squeals, and turned to look in their direction before going back to crooning at the children. "She says hello." It wasn't a particularly accurate translation--Caxith rarely gave humans the courtesy of actual greetings beyond the most banal--but T'rielle was smart enough to realize that Isscer wasn't the happiest about being run into, and his mood seemed to have plummeted (if his expression was anything to go by) when the other man realized he was a dragonrider. It obviously wasn't anything T'rielle could fix short of excusing himself, and he wasn't particularly inclined to do that just yet.
At the mention of his dragon, T'rielle glanced at her, his grin dropping a tiny bit as the other man's words settled into his brain. It didn't take very long, of course, before that grin was right back in place and as bright as ever. "If something's going to happen my presence won't change that. Caxith's a better babysitter than I am anyway."
There was a brief pause before T'rielle brushed her off with a mental shrug. "I'm T'rielle, by the way. You've probably figured it out, but the dragon's Caxith." The green (carefully) raised her head, sending children running with delighted squeals, and turned to look in their direction before going back to crooning at the children. "She says hello." It wasn't a particularly accurate translation--Caxith rarely gave humans the courtesy of actual greetings beyond the most banal--but T'rielle was smart enough to realize that Isscer wasn't the happiest about being run into, and his mood seemed to have plummeted (if his expression was anything to go by) when the other man realized he was a dragonrider. It obviously wasn't anything T'rielle could fix short of excusing himself, and he wasn't particularly inclined to do that just yet.