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08.Apr.12, 02:58 AM
D'ren frowned, realizing a bit slowly that he probably actually had hurt B'jin's feelings. The bonrzerider found it a bit silly, but he did immediately feel bad about it. He reached out as he stood and clapped B'jin lightly on the arm once (careful to avoid the back), a subtle gesture of reassurance, before walking past and heading into his kitchen. He had a nice bottle of wine he'd kept tucked away for a couple months now. He decided now was as good a time as any to open it, in spite of the hour.
...Okay, so maybe there were some reservations. He actually grimaced at himself as he realized he was drinking before noon. He paused mid-walk and suddenly made up his mind not to do it, but Ronarth intervened. No the bronze said lightly, You should. It will make you feel better. The dragon's words dripped with desperate guilt. RI upset you...I didn't mean to upset you. You deserve to feel better.
D'ren frowned. Ronarth, he said, Do we need to talk about this? He searched his candid bronze's mind for any clues, but he was no search dragon. Ronarth was quite the open book though, projecting his distress so tangibly that perhaps even B'jin could feel it pulsing lightly through the walls.
No Ronarth insisted. He didn't want to burden his bonded any more than he already had. He let out a whine, causing D'ren to flinch a bit. He picked up his wine bottle and a pair of glasses and sighed. It was practically lunchtime anyhow. He went ahead and uncorked the bottle.
He lingered in the kitchen for a moment and closed his eyes, thinking hard in Ronarth's direction in an effort to calm the beast. Please, pet. You haven't upset me. I do worry about you, but you are never a burden to me. You understand that, right? he inquired rhetorically. Ronarth chirped, or produced a sound that resembled a chip when he was young but had sense developed into a deeper, more aggressive sound, and settled. As nervous as Ronarth could be, he was also easily calmed.
Do you promise?
D'ren sighed lightly. It was a great relief to feel Ronarth's mood improving. Of course I do. You're a joy to me...especially because you're always so happy. You always know just what to say to me, you know that? Though in this case, it was D'ren who knew just what to say to Ronarth.
The dragon rumbled instant approval. I'm sorry I worry about you so much. Do I make you worry more by worrying? I guess that's bad, isn't it?
Please don't say things like that
Okay!
Somewhat dazed but also rather refreshed by their conversation, D'ren returned to B'jin's side. "'Sorry about that," he whispered softly, placing the glasses down and pouring B'jin's glass first. D'ren may have been Weyrleader, but at the moment he felt more like a host. S'kef would have had a heart attack, and though at the moment, that image was a soothingly humorous one.
"Ronarth needed a bit of consoling. You know how he can be." He spoke in a way that any rider with a difficult dragon - no matter what kind of difficulty they presented - would instantly recognize. D'ren could tell that lingering concerns lurked on the outskirts of his dragon's wildly erratic consciousness. The bronzerider resolved to set aside time later that evening and talk to Ronarth. Perhaps they could go flying or something...somewhere alone, where the poor beast could enjoy some recreational time and they could commune properly.
For now, Ronarth was happily rolling in the dirt outside. His attention span was mercifully short. D'ren smiled a bit at the trickles of joy coming from the beast and was happy to accept them into his own mood. "I hope this will be to your liking, B'jin. It's a bit strong, but I've never known you to back down from a challenge," he said, holding the glass up for a little toast.
We can probably wrap this one up soon, unless you have something else for them to talk about
...Okay, so maybe there were some reservations. He actually grimaced at himself as he realized he was drinking before noon. He paused mid-walk and suddenly made up his mind not to do it, but Ronarth intervened. No the bronze said lightly, You should. It will make you feel better. The dragon's words dripped with desperate guilt. RI upset you...I didn't mean to upset you. You deserve to feel better.
D'ren frowned. Ronarth, he said, Do we need to talk about this? He searched his candid bronze's mind for any clues, but he was no search dragon. Ronarth was quite the open book though, projecting his distress so tangibly that perhaps even B'jin could feel it pulsing lightly through the walls.
No Ronarth insisted. He didn't want to burden his bonded any more than he already had. He let out a whine, causing D'ren to flinch a bit. He picked up his wine bottle and a pair of glasses and sighed. It was practically lunchtime anyhow. He went ahead and uncorked the bottle.
He lingered in the kitchen for a moment and closed his eyes, thinking hard in Ronarth's direction in an effort to calm the beast. Please, pet. You haven't upset me. I do worry about you, but you are never a burden to me. You understand that, right? he inquired rhetorically. Ronarth chirped, or produced a sound that resembled a chip when he was young but had sense developed into a deeper, more aggressive sound, and settled. As nervous as Ronarth could be, he was also easily calmed.
Do you promise?
D'ren sighed lightly. It was a great relief to feel Ronarth's mood improving. Of course I do. You're a joy to me...especially because you're always so happy. You always know just what to say to me, you know that? Though in this case, it was D'ren who knew just what to say to Ronarth.
The dragon rumbled instant approval. I'm sorry I worry about you so much. Do I make you worry more by worrying? I guess that's bad, isn't it?
Please don't say things like that
Okay!
Somewhat dazed but also rather refreshed by their conversation, D'ren returned to B'jin's side. "'Sorry about that," he whispered softly, placing the glasses down and pouring B'jin's glass first. D'ren may have been Weyrleader, but at the moment he felt more like a host. S'kef would have had a heart attack, and though at the moment, that image was a soothingly humorous one.
"Ronarth needed a bit of consoling. You know how he can be." He spoke in a way that any rider with a difficult dragon - no matter what kind of difficulty they presented - would instantly recognize. D'ren could tell that lingering concerns lurked on the outskirts of his dragon's wildly erratic consciousness. The bronzerider resolved to set aside time later that evening and talk to Ronarth. Perhaps they could go flying or something...somewhere alone, where the poor beast could enjoy some recreational time and they could commune properly.
For now, Ronarth was happily rolling in the dirt outside. His attention span was mercifully short. D'ren smiled a bit at the trickles of joy coming from the beast and was happy to accept them into his own mood. "I hope this will be to your liking, B'jin. It's a bit strong, but I've never known you to back down from a challenge," he said, holding the glass up for a little toast.
We can probably wrap this one up soon, unless you have something else for them to talk about
