11.May.12, 01:28 AM
Tyrrisath chose not to respond to Larrikith; in his mind, she was being remarkably petty over a small thing. Tyrrisath endured all sorts of hatred and ill will directed towards his own bonded, why should she be so sharding defensive of hers? Of course, the brown was also reeling in the indignity of being slapped by his Weyrleader bronze. In an attempt to save face, the brown fell back on his haunches and lifted his head high, staring daggers at Ronarth as he suffered the humiliation of a drunken scolding from his rider.
But D'ren! Ronarth whined publicly.
"But nothing!"
But nothing Tyrrisath grumbled to himself and his partner. The brown stood proud, much to Ronarth's frustration. Ronarth wanted to see Tyrrisath cringe again, but the other dragon wouldn't allow him the luxury.
Inside, S'kef narrowed his eyes and took a step around the table, making a calculated approach towards B'jin. "Does that mean I get to call you ''Jinny'?" he replied, a false smile slithering its way across his lips. It really burnt him up when B'jin acted this way..so smug and innocent, in spite of being such a damndable devil! B'jin was the classic greenrider, constantly out of line unless someone drilled him into the ground where he belonged. It was a shame he'd escaped from Nemall's care; Nemall kept him on a nice short leash, but now?
"I hope you're telling me the truth," he said. He reached out with one strong arm, moving as if to stroke B'jin's face. His eyes widened and his lip coiled into a sneer, but he diverted it at the last moment, opting instead to give B'jin a 'playful' slap on the shoulder. Just a bit too hard.
"After all, we can't have the Weyrleader..." One big step closer, far too close. "...Distracted by silly things. He's a busy man you know...he has a lot of important things to attend to."
But D'ren! Ronarth whined publicly.
"But nothing!"
But nothing Tyrrisath grumbled to himself and his partner. The brown stood proud, much to Ronarth's frustration. Ronarth wanted to see Tyrrisath cringe again, but the other dragon wouldn't allow him the luxury.
Inside, S'kef narrowed his eyes and took a step around the table, making a calculated approach towards B'jin. "Does that mean I get to call you ''Jinny'?" he replied, a false smile slithering its way across his lips. It really burnt him up when B'jin acted this way..so smug and innocent, in spite of being such a damndable devil! B'jin was the classic greenrider, constantly out of line unless someone drilled him into the ground where he belonged. It was a shame he'd escaped from Nemall's care; Nemall kept him on a nice short leash, but now?
"I hope you're telling me the truth," he said. He reached out with one strong arm, moving as if to stroke B'jin's face. His eyes widened and his lip coiled into a sneer, but he diverted it at the last moment, opting instead to give B'jin a 'playful' slap on the shoulder. Just a bit too hard.
"After all, we can't have the Weyrleader..." One big step closer, far too close. "...Distracted by silly things. He's a busy man you know...he has a lot of important things to attend to."