05.Jun.12, 06:19 PM
S'kef watched with a hint of delight as J'ver did as he was told, seating himself neatly beside his keeper. It was a silver lining in an otherwise terrible day. S'kef reached out, placing one hand lightly on top of J'ver's before giving it a firm squeeze. "Good," the brownrider said, gradually snaking the hand up J'ver's arm in a delicate, doting way. He was careful to avoid being overtly sexual; as much as he despised sharing space with children, he didn't want to scar them.
Gradually, the brownrider looked to B'jin. An opportunity was presenting itself. Perhaps by abusing his own greenrider a little bit, he could remind B'jin whose presence he was in. What better way to grind a greenrider into his place than by making an example out of another one? J'ver was being a cheeky bitch anyhow. S'kef winked at B'jin and made a sudden, fluid grab for the back of J'ver's hair.
"At least now I have something pretty to look at while I sit in here," S'kef said informally to J'ver, giving his hair a rough yank.
Tyrrisath didn't flinch. He knew his rider's actions were mean-spirited and unnecessary, but he didn't care. He did, however, recognize that Rilaleeyth may get delicate over it. Rather than doing the right thing, Tyrrisath opted to support his rider by distracting her. Thank you, Rilaleeyth he purred, nosing the little green in a loving manner. I will do exactly that
He redirected his next words to the little girl, Imorandii. Little one? If you would like to paint a dragon, Rilaleeyth and I would like to play he said gently. Little humans took delicate words. Would she fall for it? He sure hoped so. He imagined S'kef would absolutely love seeing B'jin's reaction.
Gradually, the brownrider looked to B'jin. An opportunity was presenting itself. Perhaps by abusing his own greenrider a little bit, he could remind B'jin whose presence he was in. What better way to grind a greenrider into his place than by making an example out of another one? J'ver was being a cheeky bitch anyhow. S'kef winked at B'jin and made a sudden, fluid grab for the back of J'ver's hair.
"At least now I have something pretty to look at while I sit in here," S'kef said informally to J'ver, giving his hair a rough yank.
Tyrrisath didn't flinch. He knew his rider's actions were mean-spirited and unnecessary, but he didn't care. He did, however, recognize that Rilaleeyth may get delicate over it. Rather than doing the right thing, Tyrrisath opted to support his rider by distracting her. Thank you, Rilaleeyth he purred, nosing the little green in a loving manner. I will do exactly that
He redirected his next words to the little girl, Imorandii. Little one? If you would like to paint a dragon, Rilaleeyth and I would like to play he said gently. Little humans took delicate words. Would she fall for it? He sure hoped so. He imagined S'kef would absolutely love seeing B'jin's reaction.