11.Oct.16, 03:26 PM
Khoemi didn’t bother to hide his disgruntled expression when the dragonrider went from cheerful and apparently off to find his wares, to frowning and begging for further assistance. Hazel eyes narrowed, and his lips thinned into a flat line. “Didn’t they teach you how to haggle in dragonrider school?” His dry tone left much to be desired, and his expression altered little when C’dhin indicated his dragon was speaking to him. Khoemi was stuck trying to remember which one was the girl dragon as he indicated with a sharp motion that C’dhin should follow him.
Gold was the one that laid the eggs, and the bronze the one that sired them. He could remember that because gold was one of the preferred metals to work with for women’s jewellery and bronze seemed to go hand in hand with the gold when dragonriders were around. He was pretty sure the brown and blue were both male, which left the green as the female that his trailing rider would be bonded to. The conclusion of which was that whomever he was, he was no one of importance.
“This is the one,” he paused, stepping off to the side and indicating the doorway beside him to the greenrider. Khoemi made no motion to enter the building; he could already smell the overwhelming scent of herbs and spices and was not interested in the headache that would come from entering there. He was hoping, now that he’d shown the greenrider where the building was, he’d have forgotten about his request for Khoemi to barter for him.
Gold was the one that laid the eggs, and the bronze the one that sired them. He could remember that because gold was one of the preferred metals to work with for women’s jewellery and bronze seemed to go hand in hand with the gold when dragonriders were around. He was pretty sure the brown and blue were both male, which left the green as the female that his trailing rider would be bonded to. The conclusion of which was that whomever he was, he was no one of importance.
“This is the one,” he paused, stepping off to the side and indicating the doorway beside him to the greenrider. Khoemi made no motion to enter the building; he could already smell the overwhelming scent of herbs and spices and was not interested in the headache that would come from entering there. He was hoping, now that he’d shown the greenrider where the building was, he’d have forgotten about his request for Khoemi to barter for him.