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02.Jul.19, 05:40 PM
Without even thinking about it L’gan had started to chew on his lip, his ears pink. “I should have thought about the context, though. Instead of just thinking about piles of dragons.” He looked up, concerned, and set the drawing supplies aside. “You’d tell me though if it upset you, right? I don’t want you to feel obligated to take it…”
He gratefully accepted the change of topic when F’drel replied. “Thallyanth is finally clutching, then? It’s all the gossips at Fort are talking about too. Scandal this, shame that…” he shook his head. “I think it’s fascinating, honestly. We think we know all about them,” L’gan glanced at their snuggling greens then continued, “and they still surprise us.”
The question startled him and he flushed again. “No, nothing like that. Semath is smitten with Varralath, but since we’re flying at Fort now I’m more than up to date on the probable players.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, the charcoal all over his fingers forgotten. “Erinath maybe, and I’ve never known Zeianth to back down from a chase. I just hope fewer bronzeriders join this time,” he mumbled, thoughts of bruises and the cracked rib from Semath’s maiden flight vividly on his mind.
Not wanting to dwell on that, he changed the subject again. “No new or exciting injuries, then? Things are finally getting back to normal after the fire? I’d never seen so many burn injuries at one time, and honestly it’s nice to not be on call except for hatchings for a while.”
He gratefully accepted the change of topic when F’drel replied. “Thallyanth is finally clutching, then? It’s all the gossips at Fort are talking about too. Scandal this, shame that…” he shook his head. “I think it’s fascinating, honestly. We think we know all about them,” L’gan glanced at their snuggling greens then continued, “and they still surprise us.”
The question startled him and he flushed again. “No, nothing like that. Semath is smitten with Varralath, but since we’re flying at Fort now I’m more than up to date on the probable players.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, the charcoal all over his fingers forgotten. “Erinath maybe, and I’ve never known Zeianth to back down from a chase. I just hope fewer bronzeriders join this time,” he mumbled, thoughts of bruises and the cracked rib from Semath’s maiden flight vividly on his mind.
Not wanting to dwell on that, he changed the subject again. “No new or exciting injuries, then? Things are finally getting back to normal after the fire? I’d never seen so many burn injuries at one time, and honestly it’s nice to not be on call except for hatchings for a while.”
