20.Feb.21, 05:12 AM
Kor’is was close to making a quip about how he was certain she was never alone but that she also never made any sort of connections when she bed-hopped but refrained. It hit a bit too close to home given his own inability to let people in and he wasn’t going to present that little crack in his armour to this woman. You’re getting better! You and Malvayth’s rider are friends now after all. Were they? Maybe they were. He tolerated her a bit more now and the sex was great so that probably counted as a friendship.
“I’m sure you do everything your brother or anyone tells you.” Right. Like this sassy bitch ever listened to anyone without enough rank to back it up. Even then, Kor’is suspected she still gave them sass in one form or another before complying and bitching the entire time. “I beg to differ. You are kind of stupid to be sitting here instead of out asking a dragon to sit for you. Kind of hard to perfect your skills when you’re only going off of a flawed memory.” He had perhaps been studying Cazan too much lately but he was a lot more confident in his lines and drawing more realistic figures now.
Kor’is took a sip of his tea that was starting to cool off to a decent temperature as he debated names. Then he smirked. “No, still no name.” While their interaction was close to being called enjoyable, Kor’is still turned on his heel and started to walk away but did pause to toss over his shoulder, “not sure why you care so much about the name of a bluerider with wrinkles.”
“I’m sure you do everything your brother or anyone tells you.” Right. Like this sassy bitch ever listened to anyone without enough rank to back it up. Even then, Kor’is suspected she still gave them sass in one form or another before complying and bitching the entire time. “I beg to differ. You are kind of stupid to be sitting here instead of out asking a dragon to sit for you. Kind of hard to perfect your skills when you’re only going off of a flawed memory.” He had perhaps been studying Cazan too much lately but he was a lot more confident in his lines and drawing more realistic figures now.
Kor’is took a sip of his tea that was starting to cool off to a decent temperature as he debated names. Then he smirked. “No, still no name.” While their interaction was close to being called enjoyable, Kor’is still turned on his heel and started to walk away but did pause to toss over his shoulder, “not sure why you care so much about the name of a bluerider with wrinkles.”