14.Feb.12, 01:09 AM
He had a lot to think about when it came to not only bonding to a dragon but what they went through with flights and the etiquette involved. At least they only currently had the one gold so they wouldn’t have to worry about anything too extreme happening in that regard but he’d have to try to keep a closer eye on when the greens took to the sky and how a chase progressed. With a soft sigh borne of confusion all the new knowledge brought on, Valerian glanced down at the rider and dragon watching him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to get down yet, that childish delight at sitting atop a dragon urged him to stay parked where he was but even he knew when he was pushing it too far and would get called out on it. Besides, B’jin held half the key to seeing Larrikith again and regardless of what he thought about the rider, the dragon was interesting.
He ended up waiting as long as he could, checking that every inch that could be reached from that position had been coated nicely before ending the little kid fantasy. He had watched to see how B’jin would dismount before trying it himself as there was a small inkling of fear in the back of his mind that he would hurt Larrikith if his foot caught somewhere, despite the instructions of earlier to just scramble up her side. Once he was back on the ground, Valerian gave her another light pat, his own little silent thank you for letting him climb all over her though he still frowned at the scarring that had brought up more of his questions, “She seems to have good taste since she likes me and chose you so she could pester you daily, so I’ll believe she knows what she’s doing in flights and how she runs them and handles her partners.”
That, he felt, was probably a good note to leave on before he overstayed his welcome. “I should probably get back and change for breakfast,” he found the bag the spongy cloth had been removed from earlier to return it and turned back to address more Larrikith than B’jin though the rider was still included, “Thanks for …giving me sore arms, attempting to drown me, and spending some time with me. It was fun,” the last part was said softly as Valerian was almost embarrassed to admit to such a thing. Yes, it was definitely time to make his exit.
He ended up waiting as long as he could, checking that every inch that could be reached from that position had been coated nicely before ending the little kid fantasy. He had watched to see how B’jin would dismount before trying it himself as there was a small inkling of fear in the back of his mind that he would hurt Larrikith if his foot caught somewhere, despite the instructions of earlier to just scramble up her side. Once he was back on the ground, Valerian gave her another light pat, his own little silent thank you for letting him climb all over her though he still frowned at the scarring that had brought up more of his questions, “She seems to have good taste since she likes me and chose you so she could pester you daily, so I’ll believe she knows what she’s doing in flights and how she runs them and handles her partners.”
That, he felt, was probably a good note to leave on before he overstayed his welcome. “I should probably get back and change for breakfast,” he found the bag the spongy cloth had been removed from earlier to return it and turned back to address more Larrikith than B’jin though the rider was still included, “Thanks for …giving me sore arms, attempting to drown me, and spending some time with me. It was fun,” the last part was said softly as Valerian was almost embarrassed to admit to such a thing. Yes, it was definitely time to make his exit.