01.Jul.18, 09:44 PM
There was a moment of panic where Mulrissa worried Bedith would genuinely hurt Indivara for her comment, as the gold whirled to stare at the other woman, eyes flashing orange (thankfully not the red of true rage), and reared up onto her hind legs, flaring her wings. However, it was pretty clear that Bedith was just trying to be intimidating, a display of ‘this is who you are considering fucking with, I advise otherwise.’
“I don’t think she’s impressed, dear.” Rissa said chuckling, relieved that Bedith wasn’t quite as pissed as she was acting. Bedith snorted, bringing her front legs back to the sand heavily, making an audible thump before she stalked to a point suitably far from this ridiculous blue pair and started digging an impression in the sand. Within a few moments she had a suitably sized dent and she moved to curl up in it, circling a few times before settling down on the warm Hatching Grounds and attempting to ignore everyone else there.
Indivara’s comment had Mulrissa laughing out loud. “I can tell,” she said, nodding towards the irritable golden lump that was her dragon. “I’m sure Bedith is your new best friend.”
The appearance of the screaming firelizards prompted a theatrical huff from Bedith, who curled around herself more tightly to cover her head. Rissa watched them vent their tiny displeasure on Venseth, once again reminded why she wasn’t missing anything by not having a flit of her own. The periodic intrusions by other people’s lizards was enough for her, thank you very much.
“There are worse moods,” she said, shrugging, more entertained by Venseth than anything. “I’d say Bedith was in a mood, but she’s always like this. I am not looking forward to how she’ll be when there actually are eggs on the Sands. She’ll be unbearable.”
I’ll be a perfect delight like I always am.” Bedith grumbled, and Rissa knew that if her dragon didn’t think swearing was beneath her there would have been at least one, if not two, instances of ‘fucking’ in that statement.
“I don’t think she’s impressed, dear.” Rissa said chuckling, relieved that Bedith wasn’t quite as pissed as she was acting. Bedith snorted, bringing her front legs back to the sand heavily, making an audible thump before she stalked to a point suitably far from this ridiculous blue pair and started digging an impression in the sand. Within a few moments she had a suitably sized dent and she moved to curl up in it, circling a few times before settling down on the warm Hatching Grounds and attempting to ignore everyone else there.
Indivara’s comment had Mulrissa laughing out loud. “I can tell,” she said, nodding towards the irritable golden lump that was her dragon. “I’m sure Bedith is your new best friend.”
The appearance of the screaming firelizards prompted a theatrical huff from Bedith, who curled around herself more tightly to cover her head. Rissa watched them vent their tiny displeasure on Venseth, once again reminded why she wasn’t missing anything by not having a flit of her own. The periodic intrusions by other people’s lizards was enough for her, thank you very much.
“There are worse moods,” she said, shrugging, more entertained by Venseth than anything. “I’d say Bedith was in a mood, but she’s always like this. I am not looking forward to how she’ll be when there actually are eggs on the Sands. She’ll be unbearable.”
I’ll be a perfect delight like I always am.” Bedith grumbled, and Rissa knew that if her dragon didn’t think swearing was beneath her there would have been at least one, if not two, instances of ‘fucking’ in that statement.