10.Sep.19, 12:49 AM
“If I eat them all right now would you bring me more tomorrow or would you force me to wait? Because if it gets you to come back so soon the stomach ache may be worth it,” Misha teased, still having no actual intention to make himself sick eating all the sweets at once. Sh’ran really was a terror when he felt under the weather, and Dyoricath was far too young for him to willingly subject the dragonet to that.
Sh’ran beamed at C’dhin, blushing happily at the praise. He was so excited to have Impressed! He would have been happy with any color dragon, of course, but Misha was so very excited to be a bluerider. Not to be too stereotypical, but blueriders always seemed like they had the most fun. And Sh’ran was all about having fun. He did, however, do his best to avoid thinking about another reason he was happy to have Impressed blue, related to C’dhin telling him a month or two ago (that recently?) he’d like it if once Misha Impressed their dragons ended up mated, because he did kind of like the idea, but Dyoricath was only days old! Far too young for that sort of thing, and Sh’ran kept those thoughts buried as much as he could, especially while C’dhin and Coroth were there. None of that mattered just yet, only Dyo and making sure he grew up into the best, healthiest dragon he could be.
Dyoricath was far more concerned with the way Coroth’s rider was looking at his than anything Sh’ran was actively not thinking just then. His Sh’ran was rather fond of the other rider, and Dyoricath wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He certainly didn’t like the idea of the man getting too close to Sh’ran. His rider. His. And Dyoricath didn’t like sharing, he’d decided. He grumbled softly, glaring at Coroth’s rider. Though Dyoricath could hardly blame the man for wanting his rider - Sh’ran was amazing, after all. Still, Sh’ran was his.
He shifted a little when Coroth spoke to him, though he didn’t take his eyes off her rider. Sleep would be nice, he thought, and rumbled consideringly. His nap had been interrupted so very rudely. Coroth was nice, and seemed capable of keeping her rider in line. Humming softly Dyoricath slid off Coroth’s neck and curled up right behind her jaw. He tucked his head under her chin, but not before shooting her rider one more glare and making a threatening grumble - though it was far cuter than it was intimidating. Sh’ran managed not to giggle at how adorable it was.
Sh’ran beamed at C’dhin, blushing happily at the praise. He was so excited to have Impressed! He would have been happy with any color dragon, of course, but Misha was so very excited to be a bluerider. Not to be too stereotypical, but blueriders always seemed like they had the most fun. And Sh’ran was all about having fun. He did, however, do his best to avoid thinking about another reason he was happy to have Impressed blue, related to C’dhin telling him a month or two ago (that recently?) he’d like it if once Misha Impressed their dragons ended up mated, because he did kind of like the idea, but Dyoricath was only days old! Far too young for that sort of thing, and Sh’ran kept those thoughts buried as much as he could, especially while C’dhin and Coroth were there. None of that mattered just yet, only Dyo and making sure he grew up into the best, healthiest dragon he could be.
Dyoricath was far more concerned with the way Coroth’s rider was looking at his than anything Sh’ran was actively not thinking just then. His Sh’ran was rather fond of the other rider, and Dyoricath wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He certainly didn’t like the idea of the man getting too close to Sh’ran. His rider. His. And Dyoricath didn’t like sharing, he’d decided. He grumbled softly, glaring at Coroth’s rider. Though Dyoricath could hardly blame the man for wanting his rider - Sh’ran was amazing, after all. Still, Sh’ran was his.
He shifted a little when Coroth spoke to him, though he didn’t take his eyes off her rider. Sleep would be nice, he thought, and rumbled consideringly. His nap had been interrupted so very rudely. Coroth was nice, and seemed capable of keeping her rider in line. Humming softly Dyoricath slid off Coroth’s neck and curled up right behind her jaw. He tucked his head under her chin, but not before shooting her rider one more glare and making a threatening grumble - though it was far cuter than it was intimidating. Sh’ran managed not to giggle at how adorable it was.