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22.Jan.14, 02:58 PM
Mizeath purred at the complement. She was a polite and lady like dragon and would never go out of her way to dig for a complement but what could she do but accept one when it was forthcoming? I thank you, Quelseth! I am not certain what wheat is but if you say the color is lovely than I shall believe you, she told the green. She liked this little one already and her eyes whirled a contented blue as she sprawled next to Quelseth. The little green was so sweet and Mizeath would allow Quelseth to come to herself before delving on with the conversation. It just wouldn't do to dig at the embarrassed green for want of conversation! Mizeath resisted the urge to roll about on her side and instead regarded Quelseth with a patient expression. She could wait.
Ameris shrugged at his question, "Well enough I suppose." She gave a start when she realized it was quite true. She was well when she got down to it. She hadn't expected that. She rolled the shell about her hands. She needed to give it to him but as soon as she did their conversation would be over and Ameris - well Mizeath to be sure - was determined to become more social, to stop hiding away. She would hang onto it for a while longer.
She grimaced, the motion contorting her face, at his comment about the north. She didn't want to go north. She had no desire to upend her and Mizeath's life, Rislan's life! She liked the south just fine and wanted to stay just where she was. Granted the south had more dangers than the north and it was proven during the wet and wild night of death but the pros of living south were much more in the forefront of her mind. The sun, the warmth, the plants! She couldn't just leave those things behind on the off chance that the north would be just as nice. Her memory of her childhood in the north was sketchy at best. The plague she remembered and the flight south but of her memories none of the north stood out.
"I don't want to go north. I like the south just fine," she said, her words petulant and childish, "I don't see whats so wrong with the south."Ameris… Mizeath warned. A childish tantrum within her own tent was one thing but a public display of rage was entirely to improper for the gold to let slide. Mizeath… the woman mocked. The dragon snorted in response and took to ignoring the improper actions of her rider. "My father's excited about it. Hasn't stopped speaking of the things we'll see when we get there.. If we get there."
Ameris shrugged at his question, "Well enough I suppose." She gave a start when she realized it was quite true. She was well when she got down to it. She hadn't expected that. She rolled the shell about her hands. She needed to give it to him but as soon as she did their conversation would be over and Ameris - well Mizeath to be sure - was determined to become more social, to stop hiding away. She would hang onto it for a while longer.
She grimaced, the motion contorting her face, at his comment about the north. She didn't want to go north. She had no desire to upend her and Mizeath's life, Rislan's life! She liked the south just fine and wanted to stay just where she was. Granted the south had more dangers than the north and it was proven during the wet and wild night of death but the pros of living south were much more in the forefront of her mind. The sun, the warmth, the plants! She couldn't just leave those things behind on the off chance that the north would be just as nice. Her memory of her childhood in the north was sketchy at best. The plague she remembered and the flight south but of her memories none of the north stood out.
"I don't want to go north. I like the south just fine," she said, her words petulant and childish, "I don't see whats so wrong with the south."
