20.May.13, 11:03 PM
C'vir and Besulth eyed Plague with equal skepticism, both surprised by the green's sudden show of affection. Earlier, it had been a shrieking terror; now it seemed perfectly subdued. They're funny little things, firelizards, the rider mused, confident that the brown would latch onto the stray thought. If the dragon was conscious, he was listening, and if he was listening, chances were good he'd have a comment -- welcome or not -- to contribute. Small, dumb, and double the nuisance, I believe is what you're getting at. The brown shifted, lowering the bulk of his body to the ground and rolling the bulk of his weight onto his right side. He enjoyed the warmth of sun and sand enough to tolerate the washing he would now certainly be subjected to sometime in the next few days.
Z'ia's response interested C'vir far more than the asides of the basking brown. "An accident?" That phrase piqued his curiosity. From what he knew about firelizards, Impression was generally the result of concentrated effort (and some choice bits of raw meat) on the human's part. While Besulth expressly forbid his rider to so much as glance at flit eggs, if the man were to gain one on accident.....
Don't even think about it. The brownrider grinned roguishly, delighted to have goaded the brown for once -- it was so often the other way around. "How does one accidentally acquire a firelizard?"
You've given him ideas, the dragon informed Z'ia, snorting in the bluerider's general direction. Something I'd hold against you if you weren't so cute.
C'vir opted to spare Besulth a swat, instead flashing a faint smile in Aveleth's direction. "And lovely names they are," he affirmed, his demeanor softening for the dragon in a way it rarely did for people. The blue became more endearing by the moment! Lovelorn Chastity was also charming, pining after the distant bluerider she was so determined to charm bewitch. "Maybe one day," he mused, a remark addressed to Z'ia in reference to Chastity's pursuit of D'hys' affection and to Besulth to imply that the rider was prepared to wear him down where firelizards were concerned.
He cast a wayward glance at his darkening forearms before tipping his head back to consult Rukbat's position in the sky. "I'm afraid if I don't force the brown beast back soon, I won't escape the afternoon without quite a burn." He held his arms out in front of him, displaying their reddening surface.
We could go back inside, the brown started sulkily, broadening the reach of his mindvoice to include Z'ia in the remainder of his response. Or you could both strip down and get some sun were it matters.
"No." C'vir's eyebrows shot skyward the stern sound of his own voice -- he hadn't intended to reply aloud.
You probably didn't mean to show what a terrible prude you are, either, but you can't take it back now!
Z'ia's response interested C'vir far more than the asides of the basking brown. "An accident?" That phrase piqued his curiosity. From what he knew about firelizards, Impression was generally the result of concentrated effort (and some choice bits of raw meat) on the human's part. While Besulth expressly forbid his rider to so much as glance at flit eggs, if the man were to gain one on accident.....
C'vir opted to spare Besulth a swat, instead flashing a faint smile in Aveleth's direction. "And lovely names they are," he affirmed, his demeanor softening for the dragon in a way it rarely did for people. The blue became more endearing by the moment! Lovelorn Chastity was also charming, pining after the distant bluerider she was so determined to charm bewitch. "Maybe one day," he mused, a remark addressed to Z'ia in reference to Chastity's pursuit of D'hys' affection and to Besulth to imply that the rider was prepared to wear him down where firelizards were concerned.
He cast a wayward glance at his darkening forearms before tipping his head back to consult Rukbat's position in the sky. "I'm afraid if I don't force the brown beast back soon, I won't escape the afternoon without quite a burn." He held his arms out in front of him, displaying their reddening surface.
"No." C'vir's eyebrows shot skyward the stern sound of his own voice -- he hadn't intended to reply aloud.