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30.Jan.12, 07:30 AM
That will not be necessary, Larrikith responded blandly to Ronarth, her head tilting slightly to give him a look that was a combination of irritated and amused. Contrary to her attitude, Larrikith enjoyed the bronze's company. He wasn't as lewd as some of the other males were, and she never felt the needed to puff herself up, and put herself in range of the larger size almost all of Katila had on her. Larrikith was a tiny dragon, and for the most part, that didn't bother her. But when a dragon decided to remind her of just how tiny she was, Larrikith got irritated. It wasn't a common occurrence, but it was a sore point.
B'jin could get him drunk, Larrikith offered sarcastically and not at all seriously. She wasn't sure how to respond to concern about a rider that wasn't hers. She knew how to fix B'jin, when he got himself all tangled up, through a long life of trial and error. She had no idea how other dragon's handled their humans. That was their issue - it was their bonded.
Not I, Larrikith said firmly, shuffling her wings regally and glancing at Ronarth absently. Then was bad, it is not always easy - but this is better. She tossed her head, and then flinched visibly and her left forefoot slipped on the stones and she collapsed in a particularly inelegant lump as Grith's voice pounded into her own mind like a pound of thunder.
Eyes flashing furious colours, Larrikith snarled under her breath as she pushed herself up onto her feet and glared dangerously in the direction of Grith, who flew at her like Thread on a mission, and she sorely wished she could flame the unorthodox green. Instead, her eyes mellowed out slightly though irritation still coursed through her.
Grith. The single word was bit out, and she turned to look pointedly at Ronarth, then back at Grith as she rearranged her body to take back the serene posture she had previously held. Fancy a flight? The question was rhetorical, for Larrikith had already decided she would fly, but her invitation was sent to both dragons, and her invitation was sincere.
Standing, Larrikith extended her wings, careful to avoid hitting either of her fellows. Folding her wings back close to her spine, Larrikith gave a soft trill, and then threw herself off the edge of the cliff. She fell for several seconds before she extended her wings, and swooped back upwards, her maw open in a comical grin.
Coming?
B'jin could get him drunk, Larrikith offered sarcastically and not at all seriously. She wasn't sure how to respond to concern about a rider that wasn't hers. She knew how to fix B'jin, when he got himself all tangled up, through a long life of trial and error. She had no idea how other dragon's handled their humans. That was their issue - it was their bonded.
Not I, Larrikith said firmly, shuffling her wings regally and glancing at Ronarth absently. Then was bad, it is not always easy - but this is better. She tossed her head, and then flinched visibly and her left forefoot slipped on the stones and she collapsed in a particularly inelegant lump as Grith's voice pounded into her own mind like a pound of thunder.
Eyes flashing furious colours, Larrikith snarled under her breath as she pushed herself up onto her feet and glared dangerously in the direction of Grith, who flew at her like Thread on a mission, and she sorely wished she could flame the unorthodox green. Instead, her eyes mellowed out slightly though irritation still coursed through her.
Grith. The single word was bit out, and she turned to look pointedly at Ronarth, then back at Grith as she rearranged her body to take back the serene posture she had previously held. Fancy a flight? The question was rhetorical, for Larrikith had already decided she would fly, but her invitation was sent to both dragons, and her invitation was sincere.
Standing, Larrikith extended her wings, careful to avoid hitting either of her fellows. Folding her wings back close to her spine, Larrikith gave a soft trill, and then threw herself off the edge of the cliff. She fell for several seconds before she extended her wings, and swooped back upwards, her maw open in a comical grin.
Coming?
