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17.Aug.13, 11:23 PM
V'riy chuckled at Arddra's question regarding Morith and garlic and leaned back in his chair. "I expect Morith would handle garlic just fine, smelling or eating. He's quite the robust bronze, if I do say so myself," the rider grinned unabashedly.
"He can't stand feeling through our link that I'm uncomfortable from the heartburn, and has no patience for me bellyaching about it. After a few times, he just told me to stop the garlic or shut up about it since I was doing it to myself," V'riy's soft laughter was coupled with another soft bugle from Morith, then a low rumbling of laughter from the dragon echoing his rider's amusement.
"We've worked out an agreement. I don't eat it, and he doesn't reprimand me for eating it," V'riy snickered softly and rolled his eyes.
At Arddra's insistence that his debt was already repaid, he waved his hand in the air dismissively. "Nonsense, you just happened around at the right time and I was being polite. Of course we're friends after you fixed my poor shirt. I'm talking about something that requires effort on my part, such as… hmm. Teaching you to properly bathe and oil a dragon, perhaps… on the actual dragon. Or teaching you to make riding straps and how to put them on a dragon, perhaps. Something that would be useful to you, as your repair was for me."
Morith pushed his nose again the glass window and bugled his agreement. Turning his head, his eye glowed a pleasant, deep blue as he looked upon the two inhabitants of the hut. He projected an image hopefully at Arddra of them at the lake, basking in the sun with a picnic laid out, followed by the three of them in the water with his hide covered in suds. Outside he pawed at the ground and waited expectantly for her answer.
"He can't stand feeling through our link that I'm uncomfortable from the heartburn, and has no patience for me bellyaching about it. After a few times, he just told me to stop the garlic or shut up about it since I was doing it to myself," V'riy's soft laughter was coupled with another soft bugle from Morith, then a low rumbling of laughter from the dragon echoing his rider's amusement.
"We've worked out an agreement. I don't eat it, and he doesn't reprimand me for eating it," V'riy snickered softly and rolled his eyes.
At Arddra's insistence that his debt was already repaid, he waved his hand in the air dismissively. "Nonsense, you just happened around at the right time and I was being polite. Of course we're friends after you fixed my poor shirt. I'm talking about something that requires effort on my part, such as… hmm. Teaching you to properly bathe and oil a dragon, perhaps… on the actual dragon. Or teaching you to make riding straps and how to put them on a dragon, perhaps. Something that would be useful to you, as your repair was for me."
Morith pushed his nose again the glass window and bugled his agreement. Turning his head, his eye glowed a pleasant, deep blue as he looked upon the two inhabitants of the hut. He projected an image hopefully at Arddra of them at the lake, basking in the sun with a picnic laid out, followed by the three of them in the water with his hide covered in suds. Outside he pawed at the ground and waited expectantly for her answer.
