07.Aug.13, 09:47 PM
The blue's wher-paranoia had not only survived the migration to the South and its wild population, but prospered.
Faredin smiled at V'riy, his opinion of the man soaring with the compliments to his mother. This was a rare rider indeed. He wondered what had happened that the man held such an opinion. Did he have a mother or a sister on a fighting dragon, to respect that they could do it? It was probably rude to ask. And suppose she'd died in the Plague (which always deserved the capital letter in his mind, from the way he'd heard the adults talk about it)? He definitely wouldn't want to talk about it then, might even go away, and Faredin was enjoying the conversation
"I like flying." He replied thoughtfully, trying to impress the man with his maturity. Little boys jumped around shouting their glee at being allowed to fly on their parent's dragon. Mature young men almost old enough for candidacy had to show a little more decorum. Faredin quite liked that word.
"When I was little, I used to pretend to be a dragon, soar above the ground and all the people." Like he had last month, when he'd been secretly pleased to play a dragon in one of Diolon's games to humor his younger brother. "It's a whole different world up there. Though I imagine it's a bit different on your own dragon, sir?"
[Spoiler=OOC]
"V'riy, upon hearing that Faredin was J'di's daughter,"
Faredin would like to protest that he is a manly man boy, LOL
On another note, he is well on the way to hero-worshipping V'riy :)