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18.Jul.12, 05:14 PM
I'shan. You will like this.
What?
I'shan was in something of an unstable mood. He wanted to drink and enjoy the party, but every time he lkifted a glass to his lips, he was reminded of the incident after the hatching. What a mess that had been.
Of course, this didn't stop the drinking. It just meant he cursed himself and stressed over every ounce that entered his small body. By this point in the evening, I'shan was quite fuzzy. Oh, where was N'gelt? Why did he always skip out on all the fun?
Why was Ilveriath still talking?
Look to the sky Ilveriath said impishly. I'shan blinked and shifted his gaze upwards, watching as...was that Larrikith?
Is she due?
She's toying with B'jin
The implications rolled right past I'shan, who was lonely and drunk enough to find the idea of a flight very, very appealing. He smiled and set his nearly-empty glass down before toddling though the gather square, scanning the crowds for poor, poor B'jin.
Well, what are you waiting for? Chase her.
Ilveriath wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh, or if he just pitied his rider all the more now. I'shan wasn't exactly in a bad mood, but he was awfully lonely for his mate, and perhaps more drunk than either of them had quite realized.
Very well. I shall do as you ask Ilveriath said, unable to hide a hint of amusement as he took wing. Larrikith...you sly beast he said with the intonations of a smile.
I'shan, meanwhile, milled through the crowd until he found B'jin. Ah! The object of his...affections? Strange, the flight didn't seem to be having it's usually effect. Guess I'm just drunk he thought. He gave the greenrider a silly smile before raising his eyebrows provocatively and sliding in close.
"Hiiiii B'jin..." the intoxicated bluerider said, his voice sultry to match Larrikith's. He only half-meant it. I'shan rather liked B'jin and often wished for a flight repeat, but his fixation on N'gelt had been rather all-consuming since the hatching. Was this an excuse to be a little wit wild? Or was he more aware of the ploy than he was letting on? Ilveriath wasn't sure, either.
What?
I'shan was in something of an unstable mood. He wanted to drink and enjoy the party, but every time he lkifted a glass to his lips, he was reminded of the incident after the hatching. What a mess that had been.
Of course, this didn't stop the drinking. It just meant he cursed himself and stressed over every ounce that entered his small body. By this point in the evening, I'shan was quite fuzzy. Oh, where was N'gelt? Why did he always skip out on all the fun?
Why was Ilveriath still talking?
Look to the sky Ilveriath said impishly. I'shan blinked and shifted his gaze upwards, watching as...was that Larrikith?
Is she due?
She's toying with B'jin
The implications rolled right past I'shan, who was lonely and drunk enough to find the idea of a flight very, very appealing. He smiled and set his nearly-empty glass down before toddling though the gather square, scanning the crowds for poor, poor B'jin.
Well, what are you waiting for? Chase her.
Ilveriath wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh, or if he just pitied his rider all the more now. I'shan wasn't exactly in a bad mood, but he was awfully lonely for his mate, and perhaps more drunk than either of them had quite realized.
Very well. I shall do as you ask Ilveriath said, unable to hide a hint of amusement as he took wing. Larrikith...you sly beast he said with the intonations of a smile.
I'shan, meanwhile, milled through the crowd until he found B'jin. Ah! The object of his...affections? Strange, the flight didn't seem to be having it's usually effect. Guess I'm just drunk he thought. He gave the greenrider a silly smile before raising his eyebrows provocatively and sliding in close.
"Hiiiii B'jin..." the intoxicated bluerider said, his voice sultry to match Larrikith's. He only half-meant it. I'shan rather liked B'jin and often wished for a flight repeat, but his fixation on N'gelt had been rather all-consuming since the hatching. Was this an excuse to be a little wit wild? Or was he more aware of the ploy than he was letting on? Ilveriath wasn't sure, either.
