21.Jan.12, 05:38 PM
He smiled warmly at the girl, pleased to have found someone both immediately interested in helping and not completely cowed by his presence. That whole concept was aggravating to him. He approved of the respect, but at the end of the day, he was still just a man. "Thank you, Lym," he replied. He seated himself and took a casual glance around the room. "It looks pretty bare in here," he said conversationally, his tone smooth and low. "I suppose most everyone is at dinner, yes?"
That would make sense. The day was winding down and most of the weyrfolk would be tired and ready to enjoy a few hours to themselves before bed. He sighed softly and shifted in his chair, considering her questions carefully before answering. "I've had this particular headache...hm, most of the day. Since about late morning, I would imagine," he replied. "It's...dull and constant, throbbing in my temples. It's been agitating Ronarth and it's very distracting..."
Outside, the anxious dragon let out a creeling sound that was mercifully muffled by the door. He put his snout at one of the windows and let out a huff, coating the glass in his warm breath. Please make him feel better he implored to Lymsleia. He's this way all the time, and I'm not sure how to handle it. he added, poking the glass once with his nose.
D'ren cringed. He turned in his seat and waved a finger at the dragon. "Ronarth! Don't-..." he paused, realizing his face was already heating up. He grunted. "...Please don't break the glass," he said, taking a second to calm himself before continuing the admonishment. If dragons could frown, Ronarth would have.
I wasn't going to break it! he protested loudly, openly for all to hear. D'ren just looked back at him skeptically. "...I apologize for that. He's like a big canine that's only recently been allowed in the house for the first time..." he explained.
That would make sense. The day was winding down and most of the weyrfolk would be tired and ready to enjoy a few hours to themselves before bed. He sighed softly and shifted in his chair, considering her questions carefully before answering. "I've had this particular headache...hm, most of the day. Since about late morning, I would imagine," he replied. "It's...dull and constant, throbbing in my temples. It's been agitating Ronarth and it's very distracting..."
Outside, the anxious dragon let out a creeling sound that was mercifully muffled by the door. He put his snout at one of the windows and let out a huff, coating the glass in his warm breath. Please make him feel better he implored to Lymsleia. He's this way all the time, and I'm not sure how to handle it. he added, poking the glass once with his nose.
D'ren cringed. He turned in his seat and waved a finger at the dragon. "Ronarth! Don't-..." he paused, realizing his face was already heating up. He grunted. "...Please don't break the glass," he said, taking a second to calm himself before continuing the admonishment. If dragons could frown, Ronarth would have.
I wasn't going to break it! he protested loudly, openly for all to hear. D'ren just looked back at him skeptically. "...I apologize for that. He's like a big canine that's only recently been allowed in the house for the first time..." he explained.