21.Jan.12, 06:41 PM
Before he could say anything else, D'ren's mind was assaulted by the voice of a shrieking woman...or wait, a green dragon! Realizing that Larrikith was bespeaking him, in fact sensing her outrage flowing through the very air, D'ren cut his eyes towards the door. "B'jin! Shut that sharding green up!" he hissed, his voice again sinking low. Outside, Ronarth gave a low growl to Larrikith, his usually gentle temperament overtaken by sudden passion.
You stop! the bronze demanded darkly, not bothering to add any commentary beyond a single raspy command. No one thought such nasty things about his bonded! The bronze uncoiled and flared his wings, risking up and brushing uncomfortably close to Larrikith. His eyes boiled red and his tail twitched with dangerous aggression, but D'ren already had a hold of him.
Don't you dare do anything foolish either, Ronarth! She's smaller than you, and you're better than that he thought angrily, closing his eyes and projecting his force of will onto the bronze. Like D'ren, Ronarth too had potential for explosive anger under the right situations. It was a flaw they shared together, and a flaw they each helped the other contain in their own way.
Ronarth hissed, his snout lingering close to Larrikith for only a few more moments before he backed away. He kept his eyes on her and continued to rumble unpleasantly, but he was under control. Bringing him under control seemed to have brought D'ren under better control as well. He grunted again, pressing his hand against his forehead in sudden fatigue. The spirited bronze was not always easy to control.
He sat back down. "...So you say he will Impress? I suppose this isn't a total waste, then," he said, still far from happy. "...I am so disappointed in you. You should have gone for the other one, or at least checked this one out better. How did you miss his depression if it's really this serious?" he asked, keeping his tone level and considerably gentler, but still intense and serious. He exhaled nervously. "This is bad. How old is he? People in our age range don't make masters, he must be some sort of special case or something...trust me B'jin, those get noticed."
But, there was no way to fix it.
A thoughtful expression crept across his face. "...At least he'll be useful as a healer, though. It takes a smart kid to gain special advancement like that. I'd prefer as many of them as possible Impress as well, of course..."
He scooted his chair closer and leaned in towards the greenrider. "So tell me, what exactly is wrong with him?" he asked. Ideas were rolling through his head.
You stop! the bronze demanded darkly, not bothering to add any commentary beyond a single raspy command. No one thought such nasty things about his bonded! The bronze uncoiled and flared his wings, risking up and brushing uncomfortably close to Larrikith. His eyes boiled red and his tail twitched with dangerous aggression, but D'ren already had a hold of him.
Don't you dare do anything foolish either, Ronarth! She's smaller than you, and you're better than that he thought angrily, closing his eyes and projecting his force of will onto the bronze. Like D'ren, Ronarth too had potential for explosive anger under the right situations. It was a flaw they shared together, and a flaw they each helped the other contain in their own way.
Ronarth hissed, his snout lingering close to Larrikith for only a few more moments before he backed away. He kept his eyes on her and continued to rumble unpleasantly, but he was under control. Bringing him under control seemed to have brought D'ren under better control as well. He grunted again, pressing his hand against his forehead in sudden fatigue. The spirited bronze was not always easy to control.
He sat back down. "...So you say he will Impress? I suppose this isn't a total waste, then," he said, still far from happy. "...I am so disappointed in you. You should have gone for the other one, or at least checked this one out better. How did you miss his depression if it's really this serious?" he asked, keeping his tone level and considerably gentler, but still intense and serious. He exhaled nervously. "This is bad. How old is he? People in our age range don't make masters, he must be some sort of special case or something...trust me B'jin, those get noticed."
But, there was no way to fix it.
A thoughtful expression crept across his face. "...At least he'll be useful as a healer, though. It takes a smart kid to gain special advancement like that. I'd prefer as many of them as possible Impress as well, of course..."
He scooted his chair closer and leaned in towards the greenrider. "So tell me, what exactly is wrong with him?" he asked. Ideas were rolling through his head.