06.Mar.12, 03:29 AM
Farlint had been a bit of a blessing over the turns. I'shan liked making friends, and having a searchee like Farlint also helped ease the guilt of an unpleasant assignment. The bluerider wasn't fond of searching. He hated the looks his unfortunate victims gave him. He didn't mind their actual hatred, but he did mind the guilt.
He liked Farlint, though. The young man's fondness for dragons and enthusiasm for flying bode well, and he was a pleasant young man to get along with. "It looks so," I'shan said with reserved amusement as Ilveriath started rolling lazily in the shallows, not unlike a runner giving itself a nice coating of dust. "I don't see why we can't give him a minute. May as well let him get as dirty as possible now before we wash him," the bluerider hummed mirthfully.
He seated himself in the grass and looked out over the water. "So, Far. How have you been?" I'shan asked, eyes locked on his dragon as the beast rolled and finally settled in a big heap, evidently quite comfortable. Ilveriath stretched out and yawned. I'shan chuckled, finding his break cut all too short, and rose to his feet almost as quickly as he'd sat. He should have known better than to assume Ilveriath would romp for long. The dragon had some spirit about him, but that didn't mean he has an ounce of motivation.
And you do, my frivolous friend? Ilveriath teased lightly as he reluctantly slithered to the banks, fanning both wings out and resting his head on the shore. He looked imploringly at the two men and let out a draconic sigh.
I'shan smirked as he peeled his shirt away and tossed it aside. He didn't want to get it muddy. "I bet you can't WAIT to have your own, can you?" he asked Farlint as he reached for one of his brushes.
He liked Farlint, though. The young man's fondness for dragons and enthusiasm for flying bode well, and he was a pleasant young man to get along with. "It looks so," I'shan said with reserved amusement as Ilveriath started rolling lazily in the shallows, not unlike a runner giving itself a nice coating of dust. "I don't see why we can't give him a minute. May as well let him get as dirty as possible now before we wash him," the bluerider hummed mirthfully.
He seated himself in the grass and looked out over the water. "So, Far. How have you been?" I'shan asked, eyes locked on his dragon as the beast rolled and finally settled in a big heap, evidently quite comfortable. Ilveriath stretched out and yawned. I'shan chuckled, finding his break cut all too short, and rose to his feet almost as quickly as he'd sat. He should have known better than to assume Ilveriath would romp for long. The dragon had some spirit about him, but that didn't mean he has an ounce of motivation.
And you do, my frivolous friend? Ilveriath teased lightly as he reluctantly slithered to the banks, fanning both wings out and resting his head on the shore. He looked imploringly at the two men and let out a draconic sigh.
I'shan smirked as he peeled his shirt away and tossed it aside. He didn't want to get it muddy. "I bet you can't WAIT to have your own, can you?" he asked Farlint as he reached for one of his brushes.