23.May.13, 02:12 PM
The dark green turned to her clutch mate – no she hadn’t remembered that, plundering B’sen’s mind had its benefits – with a rumble, [lith]B’sen is sad and a touch out of sorts today[/lith] she said, [lith]So I am making him do something I know will make him happy. Washing me![/lith] Of course it might not actually make him happy, but it would make Lith happy and by extension, B’sen so everything would turn out just how she wanted it.
B’sen leaned against Lith as he looked T’rielle over. He’d always like him. The other man had been mischief incarnate during their weyrling years and B’sen had always been happy to go along. His perusal of T’rielle was cut short as Lith expertly and quietly slid her shoulder out from underneath him to lumber into the water. With a grunt and a glare, B’sen landed on the ground. “Aside from Lith’s constant need to terrorize me? No, nothing too fantastic has been going on with us,” B’sen replied with a light growl.
[lith]You ought to talk about your feelings B’sen. Maybe T’rielle can help you out of your funk,[/lith] the green suggested with amusement. Amusement that earned her a glare hotter than the sun. “That wasn’t funny Lith,” he muttered as he levered himself up. I will not be talking to T’rielle about my break up, Lith so drop it like I asked, he told her mentally. Daffy dragon. Always trying to get him to talk it out. For all that B’sen was a happy sort who loved nothing better than talking to people, there were certain things that were off limits in that capacity. His feelings were one of them. “Since Lith is too busy playing at the moment, I think I’ll just sit here and watch you work,” he said, “If you don’t mind that is.”
B’sen leaned against Lith as he looked T’rielle over. He’d always like him. The other man had been mischief incarnate during their weyrling years and B’sen had always been happy to go along. His perusal of T’rielle was cut short as Lith expertly and quietly slid her shoulder out from underneath him to lumber into the water. With a grunt and a glare, B’sen landed on the ground. “Aside from Lith’s constant need to terrorize me? No, nothing too fantastic has been going on with us,” B’sen replied with a light growl.
[lith]You ought to talk about your feelings B’sen. Maybe T’rielle can help you out of your funk,[/lith] the green suggested with amusement. Amusement that earned her a glare hotter than the sun. “That wasn’t funny Lith,” he muttered as he levered himself up. I will not be talking to T’rielle about my break up, Lith so drop it like I asked, he told her mentally. Daffy dragon. Always trying to get him to talk it out. For all that B’sen was a happy sort who loved nothing better than talking to people, there were certain things that were off limits in that capacity. His feelings were one of them. “Since Lith is too busy playing at the moment, I think I’ll just sit here and watch you work,” he said, “If you don’t mind that is.”
Lith never speaks to another human but her rider