18.Aug.13, 02:39 AM
"Milk? Well, I suppose I could, except that milk doesn't really go well with my usual fare," V'riy said in a contemplative tone. "Well, no matter," he said nonchalantly, "our arrangement works for us and I don't miss the garlic that much."
What are you telling her? the rider demanded of his dragon as he saw the color rising in her cheeks.
Morith, upon hearing his rider's insistent tone, projected the same images to V'riy, who began laughing gently while shaking his head. A picnic before bath time bubbles? Well, he guessed that he had better make it happen. He would never let Morith's honor come into question.
"Well, I'll be happy to show you what I know and Morith is more than happy to be practiced on, as I'm sure you know by now," V'riy said with amusement. "I'm not sure what you're schedule is like, but mine is flexible unless I have wing practice."
Noticing that his plate and hers had been empty for some time, V'riy collected them along with the silverware and put them aside in the kitchenette. He grabbed two ceramic mugs and filled them with cool, fresh water.
Returning to the table and Arddra, he glanced out the window and noticed that the sun had already set and the hour was becoming late. He took a sip of his mug, enjoying the feel of the cool water washing away the taste of stew. Tilting his head toward the window, he inquired, "Would you like me to take you home? I can walk you, or if you feel comfortable, fly you home on Morith. He'd be more than willing to oblige you," the man offered as he handed her the second mug of cold, fresh water to finish off her meal. He wasn't about to let her walk by herself at night. There were far too many riders with nothing but sex on their mind wandering around.
What are you telling her? the rider demanded of his dragon as he saw the color rising in her cheeks.
Morith, upon hearing his rider's insistent tone, projected the same images to V'riy, who began laughing gently while shaking his head. A picnic before bath time bubbles? Well, he guessed that he had better make it happen. He would never let Morith's honor come into question.
"Well, I'll be happy to show you what I know and Morith is more than happy to be practiced on, as I'm sure you know by now," V'riy said with amusement. "I'm not sure what you're schedule is like, but mine is flexible unless I have wing practice."
Noticing that his plate and hers had been empty for some time, V'riy collected them along with the silverware and put them aside in the kitchenette. He grabbed two ceramic mugs and filled them with cool, fresh water.
Returning to the table and Arddra, he glanced out the window and noticed that the sun had already set and the hour was becoming late. He took a sip of his mug, enjoying the feel of the cool water washing away the taste of stew. Tilting his head toward the window, he inquired, "Would you like me to take you home? I can walk you, or if you feel comfortable, fly you home on Morith. He'd be more than willing to oblige you," the man offered as he handed her the second mug of cold, fresh water to finish off her meal. He wasn't about to let her walk by herself at night. There were far too many riders with nothing but sex on their mind wandering around.