19.Feb.21, 10:45 PM
"Oh honey," she pursed her lips with a sad shake of her head, "Babykins, sweet beastie, I'm never alone unless I want to be." He could take that however he wanted, it was no skin off her nose. She glanced back at the drawing she'd made, admiring the lines and curves of the images she'd put down on paper. She'd never admit he was getting under her skin. But only just a little, Maliah had dealt with holders with more snot than this dragonrider had and for a lot longer. Beat them off with a stick as soon as her tits started growing. Sad really.
"I'm pretty sure my brother would be awfully disappointed if I missed the impression of all those babies," she said with another smirk. She doubted F'drel would care much whether she missed the hatching of Fort babies but she could pretend. "Besides," she went, "Even I'm not so stupid to think dragons are some terrible and ugly thing. They aren't whers after all and they have nice lines, gotta learn how to perfect my drawing some way, and what better way than in a weyr hmmm?"
She studied him with a jaundiced eye from head to toe, sniffing in dismissal as she did so. "So.." she said, "Still no name beastie?"
"I'm pretty sure my brother would be awfully disappointed if I missed the impression of all those babies," she said with another smirk. She doubted F'drel would care much whether she missed the hatching of Fort babies but she could pretend. "Besides," she went, "Even I'm not so stupid to think dragons are some terrible and ugly thing. They aren't whers after all and they have nice lines, gotta learn how to perfect my drawing some way, and what better way than in a weyr hmmm?"
She studied him with a jaundiced eye from head to toe, sniffing in dismissal as she did so. "So.." she said, "Still no name beastie?"