10.May.13, 06:56 PM
Instead of acting as if he'd just been rejected (because that was most certainly not what had just happened), Korutath proceeded to haul himself back onto the shore and settle down in a languid heap a short distance away. For all his childishness he still possessed a certain level of pride, which had to be defended at all times. L'varl had never tried to suppress that, despite his prickliness, and he was pretty sure every rider out there thought his dragon was the best. As old as he was, the bronze had never fully grown out of the playfulness that he'd had as a weyrling. It was funny, more than anything, so the bronzerider never minded it overmuch.
He took a moment to settle the slightly disgruntled bronze (everybody liked to play with him--he was good at it!), and resisted the urge to point out that it was usually dragons that weren't as old as he was that participated. Korutath huffed silently and deigned not to answer. Another victory to L'varl, it would seem.
Another habit that L'varl had initially found incredibly distracting was Korutath's habit of holding a near-continuous internal monologue. He always seemed to have something to say, whether it was pertinent or not. In this case it was mostly nonsensical mumblings about how he was perfectly okay with lying here in a heap for the duration of this conversation, thanks. L'varl had to smirk, ever so slightly, at his dragon's expense. He turned back to S'kef in time for the man's question and inspection.
It didn't go unnoticed, but he didn't see much point in getting his back up over it. L'varl was far from stupid, and he knew that there were probably people who sized others up behind their backs; at least the Weyrleader had the confidence (or decency) to do it to your face.
"Mmm. Nothing to complain about," he said, pausing at Korutath's obligatory input (I've got something to complain about. ) and his obligatory response (I don't think he cares.). "Very," he agreed. "Though I'm sure my activities don't come near to equaling yours."
He took a moment to settle the slightly disgruntled bronze (everybody liked to play with him--he was good at it!), and resisted the urge to point out that it was usually dragons that weren't as old as he was that participated. Korutath huffed silently and deigned not to answer. Another victory to L'varl, it would seem.
Another habit that L'varl had initially found incredibly distracting was Korutath's habit of holding a near-continuous internal monologue. He always seemed to have something to say, whether it was pertinent or not. In this case it was mostly nonsensical mumblings about how he was perfectly okay with lying here in a heap for the duration of this conversation, thanks. L'varl had to smirk, ever so slightly, at his dragon's expense. He turned back to S'kef in time for the man's question and inspection.
It didn't go unnoticed, but he didn't see much point in getting his back up over it. L'varl was far from stupid, and he knew that there were probably people who sized others up behind their backs; at least the Weyrleader had the confidence (or decency) to do it to your face.
"Mmm. Nothing to complain about," he said, pausing at Korutath's obligatory input (
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