Unscheduled Visits [K'ton]

He stood in the shadows of his porch roof, warm and miserable. Shards he hated the heat here. Hated it with almost a large a passion as he did the felines that roamed the southern continent. Hated it almost as much as he loved women. He'd tried to get the lazy bones he called a dragon to come out with him and down to the lake but the contrary brown preferred his shaded wallow than a romp in the lake. He should've jumped on the chance  after the little trick he and Armath had played on them. Ironth knew he disliked being wet unless he was actually swimming (which rarely happened) and the two browns had doused their riders with huge maws of water. It had ended their outing and a fun beginning to a new friendship but the beasts had done it anyway.

The memory was kind of funny when he thought of it. M'din had sputtered and he had shrieked at almost the same decibel of a woman. It had been slightly deeper than a woman's scream and had saved his manly pride. He would never admit that on those rare occasions he did scream like a girl and woe be to those that brought it up. Though rarely did he do something so demeaning in front of another male. Shaking his head at himself he watched a dark haired woman wandering behind a running boy. As they neared his back straightened. Vaelya. She rarely visited and by the way she followed her small son he would wager that she had no idea where Evritt was actually leading her. He chuckled as they got closer and his ears picked up the sound of the childish screams coming from the boy.

It looks as if you have a visitor, old boy, he told the brown. Of course I do. Evritt likes me and I like him. He's a good boy not at all like some one I know, the brown replied with a snort. Well crap... was all that floated through his mind as he watched the toddler take a dive in front of his porch. He leapt down the stairs in time for Vaelya to reach her son and he to begin what K'ton was certain would be a monstrous tantrum. "You never have to ask, Vaelya. He's more than welcome to climb all over Ironth if the brown will let him," he answered by way of her statement to her son. He watched her as she wiped the boys hands and face. He didn't look the worse for wear and he grasped towards the dragon in his wallow. "I don't think he's done any lasting harm," he offered as Ironth drew his bulk from his wallow.

The brown watched them with a quizzical eye before reaching out to touch his muzzle to the small boys hands. He'll be fine. Let him come to me, Vaelya, and he can use me for a jungle gym, he interjected his smooth lyrical voice at Vaelya. K'ton stood still and not a little dumbstruck. Ironth had spoken to her. Ironth never spoke to another... Well.. He rarely did and it was usually an emergency if he chose to do so. "Well I'll be damned," K'ton whispered under his breath.