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08.Feb.20, 05:36 PM
Narinoa agreed with L’gan’s assessment and nodded at the treatment as well as how they were still there for the pair; for all of them. He knew it could be something else wrong with Erebuth given his state upon hatching but Narinoa wanted to believe in the far more easily treated ailment and didn’t want any further negativity around the group. The dragonets had been around it from conception and their mates had felt it since the Touching and did their best to carry on, so that was what Narinoa wanted to do as well.
Narinoa placed a hand on B’kit’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze before he returned to Erebuth and crouched back down again. The dragons were getting larger now, thankfully, and it really wasn’t necessary to get so low anymore but it was a combination of habit and feeling like it made him less threatening. “What do you say I come visit tomorrow after your lessons? I don’t think I finished telling you about my favourite two horses when I was a kid. And,” he lowered his voice into a stage whisper as he glanced at B’kit, “we still need to come up with our craziest idea to stump our Birdie on. He’s been too good at coming up with little ditties.”
It had been a game they played early on to help distract everyone and find something normal in their odd life. Toss B’kit a word like ‘cat’ and have him come up with a few lines of a fun song. Narinoa’s own attempts often borrowed from nursery rhymes and he wasn’t quite as quick on his feet for rhyming but it made them all laugh and that’s what he wanted.
Narinoa placed a hand on B’kit’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze before he returned to Erebuth and crouched back down again. The dragons were getting larger now, thankfully, and it really wasn’t necessary to get so low anymore but it was a combination of habit and feeling like it made him less threatening. “What do you say I come visit tomorrow after your lessons? I don’t think I finished telling you about my favourite two horses when I was a kid. And,” he lowered his voice into a stage whisper as he glanced at B’kit, “we still need to come up with our craziest idea to stump our Birdie on. He’s been too good at coming up with little ditties.”
It had been a game they played early on to help distract everyone and find something normal in their odd life. Toss B’kit a word like ‘cat’ and have him come up with a few lines of a fun song. Narinoa’s own attempts often borrowed from nursery rhymes and he wasn’t quite as quick on his feet for rhyming but it made them all laugh and that’s what he wanted.
