20.Nov.17, 11:37 PM
Xyreith was not particularly impressed that he was expected to play Searcher. That was something lesser colours were supposed to do, and besides, what did he know about Searching? Despite that, it was important to R’nya, and that meant Xyreith – grumbling the whole time – pretended to be a Search dragon. He sniffed the child that was set down before him, and blew warm breath of air over him. He liked the children well enough, and was used to seeing them. But still, that didn’t make him a Search dragon! Xyreith turned to look at R’nya, and gave the equivalent of a mental shrug; he had no idea. R’nya, bless him, flashed a smile at Quinvalis as if Xyreith had promised the child would Impress a bronze. Humans.
R’nya felt a little bad about being so misleading, but he felt it was for the best. Bronze dragons weren’t Searchers, and while he had told both Quilriana and Quinvalis this, they both seemed to feel that Xyreith could at least give him the tick of approval. Xyreith hadn’t done any such thing, but they didn’t need to know that. The chances were pretty good Quinvalis would Impress at some point, if he Stood regularly enough, and R’nya had no doubt the child could do well on the Sands. Worst case scenario, he had about ten years before the kid aged out, and well, he’d deal with that if it happened. Xyreith snorted, before shuffling off to curl up and sleep while he waited for R’nya to finish socialising.
Standing slightly back from his companions outside, R’nya lifted his chin to enjoy the gentle breeze, looking as if he were not paying attention, but subtly could be his, and he was avidly aware of what was going on between the woman and her son. The exchange of the necklace was sweet, and R’nya smiled to himself before moving up behind Quilriana, wrapping his arms lightly around her waist as the youngster went inside to pack. R’nya kissed the side of Quilriana’s neck, nuzzling against her contentedly.
“He will do wonderfully, and we will bring him home for visits.”
R’nya felt a little bad about being so misleading, but he felt it was for the best. Bronze dragons weren’t Searchers, and while he had told both Quilriana and Quinvalis this, they both seemed to feel that Xyreith could at least give him the tick of approval. Xyreith hadn’t done any such thing, but they didn’t need to know that. The chances were pretty good Quinvalis would Impress at some point, if he Stood regularly enough, and R’nya had no doubt the child could do well on the Sands. Worst case scenario, he had about ten years before the kid aged out, and well, he’d deal with that if it happened. Xyreith snorted, before shuffling off to curl up and sleep while he waited for R’nya to finish socialising.
Standing slightly back from his companions outside, R’nya lifted his chin to enjoy the gentle breeze, looking as if he were not paying attention, but subtly could be his, and he was avidly aware of what was going on between the woman and her son. The exchange of the necklace was sweet, and R’nya smiled to himself before moving up behind Quilriana, wrapping his arms lightly around her waist as the youngster went inside to pack. R’nya kissed the side of Quilriana’s neck, nuzzling against her contentedly.
“He will do wonderfully, and we will bring him home for visits.”