21.Apr.13, 04:59 PM
Peorray, he mentally scolded himself. Her name is Peorray, and she is very nice.
She spoke with a practical air, something M'din guessed would continue regardless of her audience. He appreciated her directness when so many others at Katila talked in sugar-coated circles. He agreed that certain riders were not so upbeat about their positions and duties in life, but he chalked that up to having a streak of general discontent in their personalities. There was always bound to be negativity, but M'din would never invite it in.
M'din wondered how anyone could be foolish enough to view bonding with a dragon as anything short of a miracle. Impressing Armath had been as important as the births of his own children. "I think what we share with our dragons is something beautiful," M'din said, idly stirring tiny circles in the pool. "Riders should always show respect for the process, even if they can't fully appreciate the possibilities before them."
He chuckled as she asked about his luckiness, "Oh, no, I'm not so sure I'm an Impression charm or anything! I get injured too often to be called lucky." M'din earnestly looked across the water at Peorray, "I can promise you one thing though: Armath and I will always be willing to help, no matter what happens at your next standing."
Dropping his gaze, he began twiddling this thumbs, hoping he hadn't perturbed her with his sudden friendliness. "So, uh, what do you think she'll be like? Your gold, I mean?"
She spoke with a practical air, something M'din guessed would continue regardless of her audience. He appreciated her directness when so many others at Katila talked in sugar-coated circles. He agreed that certain riders were not so upbeat about their positions and duties in life, but he chalked that up to having a streak of general discontent in their personalities. There was always bound to be negativity, but M'din would never invite it in.
M'din wondered how anyone could be foolish enough to view bonding with a dragon as anything short of a miracle. Impressing Armath had been as important as the births of his own children. "I think what we share with our dragons is something beautiful," M'din said, idly stirring tiny circles in the pool. "Riders should always show respect for the process, even if they can't fully appreciate the possibilities before them."
He chuckled as she asked about his luckiness, "Oh, no, I'm not so sure I'm an Impression charm or anything! I get injured too often to be called lucky." M'din earnestly looked across the water at Peorray, "I can promise you one thing though: Armath and I will always be willing to help, no matter what happens at your next standing."
Dropping his gaze, he began twiddling this thumbs, hoping he hadn't perturbed her with his sudden friendliness. "So, uh, what do you think she'll be like? Your gold, I mean?"