22.Jul.13, 08:30 PM
B'sen chuckled at the tense inspection he under went. He continued spreading the fragrant oils as Caxith deemed him worthy of oiling her up. "Bounce," he said of the firelizard, "Lith found her egg and brought it back. A bit unexpected her hatching but she's nice enough." Bounce had been a pleasant addition albeit an annoying one and B'sen, for the most part, was thankful Lith had brought her about. For being a green she'd been rather easy to train. Some what anyway. She still did have a tendency to pilfer pretty baubles here and there.
[lith]Men troubles. What other kind could it possibly be?[/lith] Lith said from where she wallowed in the water. [lith]He's broken it off with his recent friend.[/lith] Lith was unconcerned about gossiping with Caxith. The green had no inhibitions that kept her from doing so, especially with another green. Well she was concerned about the mind and heart of her bonded but she had a feeling B'sen would soon get over it.
B'sen ran the brush along the glistening green sides of Caxith as he grinned. "She certainly seems to be at any rate," he laughed, "Much so than Lith." He was rewarded for his words with a slap of water, that barely made a wave, and a very unladylike snort from his green. He laughed outright at the words of Caxith. Lith was always insistent that B'sen was perfect, that he never faltered while in his care of her and he found it rather amusing that Caxith felt the need to imply that T'rielle was only marginal good at her care. "Feisty," he said amused, "Does she often pick at you like a mother hen?"
[lith]Men troubles. What other kind could it possibly be?[/lith] Lith said from where she wallowed in the water. [lith]He's broken it off with his recent friend.[/lith] Lith was unconcerned about gossiping with Caxith. The green had no inhibitions that kept her from doing so, especially with another green. Well she was concerned about the mind and heart of her bonded but she had a feeling B'sen would soon get over it.
B'sen ran the brush along the glistening green sides of Caxith as he grinned. "She certainly seems to be at any rate," he laughed, "Much so than Lith." He was rewarded for his words with a slap of water, that barely made a wave, and a very unladylike snort from his green. He laughed outright at the words of Caxith. Lith was always insistent that B'sen was perfect, that he never faltered while in his care of her and he found it rather amusing that Caxith felt the need to imply that T'rielle was only marginal good at her care. "Feisty," he said amused, "Does she often pick at you like a mother hen?"
Lith never speaks to another human but her rider