26.Jan.12, 01:13 AM
You can't just do that to people. You're bigger than him, you know D'ren said smoothly. He hated to scold Ronarth, but what was a man to do? The beast's manners had never quite matched the rider's expectations. Ronarth was well-meaning, he just needed a firm hand!
I am sorry Ronarth repeated, craning his neck forward and pressing his snout against D'ren's side. D'ren lifted one arm and stroked the dragon's neck reassuringly. "I'm afraid so. Ronarth here is just a bit too friendly for his own good sometime. I'm sure he'll not be repeating that little breach of etiquette, will you love?" He looked pointedly at the bronze as he spoke.
Ronarth's eyes blushed yellow with embarrassing and he produced what might have resembled a cheep in a smaller dragon. No, it will not Ronarth said, trying to swallow his indignation. He hated being scolded. It made him feel like a fool, and horribly aware of his own shortcomings as well.
D'ren gave Ronarth a reassuring pat before looking back to Erisi. "I don't believe I've seen you about before, son. What's your name?" Probably one of the new crafters he thought idly. He was aware of each arrival, but rarely remembered their names until he got around to actually meeting them. Ronarth rumbled gently and lifted his head, choosing to look down on Erisi from above, as if that somehow made him safer from scrutiny.
D'ren extended a hand. "I'm D'ren, by the way. Weyrleader. And this is my bronze, Ronarth." He still hated introducing himself in such a pretentious way, but he knew it was important to maintain appearances.
I am sorry Ronarth repeated, craning his neck forward and pressing his snout against D'ren's side. D'ren lifted one arm and stroked the dragon's neck reassuringly. "I'm afraid so. Ronarth here is just a bit too friendly for his own good sometime. I'm sure he'll not be repeating that little breach of etiquette, will you love?" He looked pointedly at the bronze as he spoke.
Ronarth's eyes blushed yellow with embarrassing and he produced what might have resembled a cheep in a smaller dragon. No, it will not Ronarth said, trying to swallow his indignation. He hated being scolded. It made him feel like a fool, and horribly aware of his own shortcomings as well.
D'ren gave Ronarth a reassuring pat before looking back to Erisi. "I don't believe I've seen you about before, son. What's your name?" Probably one of the new crafters he thought idly. He was aware of each arrival, but rarely remembered their names until he got around to actually meeting them. Ronarth rumbled gently and lifted his head, choosing to look down on Erisi from above, as if that somehow made him safer from scrutiny.
D'ren extended a hand. "I'm D'ren, by the way. Weyrleader. And this is my bronze, Ronarth." He still hated introducing himself in such a pretentious way, but he knew it was important to maintain appearances.