26.Jan.12, 02:16 AM
Echlerov had snatched up the drum the moment B'jin had given him permission, and not a moment too soon. The storm had hit with a vengeance, and he blinked curiously when Larrikith spoke to him. "Okay." He made his way to the building, protected by the green dragon's wing, and once he had reached it, turned to her for a moment. "Thank you."
He sat the drums down once he was away from the door, next to B'jin. "I like the rain more than the thunder." Echlerov said, making his views on the matter known. "Lightning's pretty though."
They were joined by a girl, and he smiled politely at her, and then frowned when she tripped and fell into some instruments. The bronze rider beat him to asking if she was alright, which was fine, as long as someone made sure that the girl was okay, and if it was needed, he knew where they kept the numbweed if it needed to be fetched.
He sat the drums down once he was away from the door, next to B'jin. "I like the rain more than the thunder." Echlerov said, making his views on the matter known. "Lightning's pretty though."
They were joined by a girl, and he smiled politely at her, and then frowned when she tripped and fell into some instruments. The bronze rider beat him to asking if she was alright, which was fine, as long as someone made sure that the girl was okay, and if it was needed, he knew where they kept the numbweed if it needed to be fetched.
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