28.Nov.20, 01:10 AM
You’re welcome. There’s plenty of room and I don’t take up much space. The blue stretched out, accepting some affectionate chin-rubs from his rider and taking comfort from his relaxing mood. He looked at Vessaelia as she apologized to him, eyes swirling in confusion for a moment. What had she done? B’kit had told him sometimes people got busy and that it wasn’t anything they’d done wrong, so why should she apologize for not meeting him?
But then she suggested stories and gossip, and the confusion was replaced with excitement. Oh yes! I love stories and I have some of my own. I know other dragons tell stories and I’m not as good as they are, but B’kit acts so silly sometimes and it’s fun to share that. Siolilth’s rider tried teaching me how to tell better stories, but B’kit is better at that. And singing. Will you sing for her? Everyone loves your singing; they say so. Erebuth butted his head into Kitt’s chest, nervousness forgotten entirely. B’kit laughed, catching himself and pushing lightly back till the blue settled again.
“Maybe in a bit, Re,” he said, still chuckling. “Vessa and I were candidates together for a while, and I’m sure she’s heard me sing before.” The blue quieted, shifting his wings for a better position and snuggling down onto the warm stone. I’d love to hear a story later. A story for a song, maybe? Or one of my stories--I could tell you about how silly he was around Siolith’s rider after she Flew--he wouldn’t let me chase though, Erebuth added as an aside to Tiath. Kitt choked and flushed at the reminder. “Maybe not that story, Erebuth.”
But then she suggested stories and gossip, and the confusion was replaced with excitement. Oh yes! I love stories and I have some of my own. I know other dragons tell stories and I’m not as good as they are, but B’kit acts so silly sometimes and it’s fun to share that. Siolilth’s rider tried teaching me how to tell better stories, but B’kit is better at that. And singing. Will you sing for her? Everyone loves your singing; they say so. Erebuth butted his head into Kitt’s chest, nervousness forgotten entirely. B’kit laughed, catching himself and pushing lightly back till the blue settled again.
“Maybe in a bit, Re,” he said, still chuckling. “Vessa and I were candidates together for a while, and I’m sure she’s heard me sing before.” The blue quieted, shifting his wings for a better position and snuggling down onto the warm stone. I’d love to hear a story later. A story for a song, maybe? Or one of my stories--I could tell you about how silly he was around Siolith’s rider after she Flew--he wouldn’t let me chase though, Erebuth added as an aside to Tiath. Kitt choked and flushed at the reminder. “Maybe not that story, Erebuth.”