05.Feb.12, 10:14 PM
Larrikith was preening, there was no other word for the waves of pride and delight that were coursing off the green dragon. She hadn't felt so appreciated in so many turns, and it was damned sharding good to have an appreciative candidate gawking at her. She truely missed those days, of appearing above a Hold or Hall, and delicately and oh-so-beautifully dropping into their gather areas, preening delicately while her mind so-subtly poked around the brains to find a potential candidate. Those were the days, when being a Search dragon was a thing of high honour and extremely good luck (especially for a green, who normally weren't that ept act picking out candidates)
Larrikith had a great mind for candidates, and she had realised that quickly. After all, she had known the moment she cracked shell that there wasn't anyone worthy of she on the Sands, and instead, arrowed in on the young boy Benjinamor like a hunter on a target. He hadn't know what had hit him, and when he did, it was far too late to escape her loving clutches! Larrikith crooned as Valerian stroked her, and she turned an adoring gaze upon the young man, eyes sparkling in a whirl of warm colours.
Its disgusting, isn't it? Larrikith quipped, adusting her wing so B'jin could do the underside without breaking his neck. She tilted her head slightly, watching the two men labour over her hide and felt quite content. It was good to be the center of such attention.
"I have my days," B'jin replied lightly, smiling at his fellow harper.
Wait til he gets Proddy! Larrkkith snipped in again, her tone malicious and delighted. B'jin kicked her in the leg with his bare toes.
Larrikith had a great mind for candidates, and she had realised that quickly. After all, she had known the moment she cracked shell that there wasn't anyone worthy of she on the Sands, and instead, arrowed in on the young boy Benjinamor like a hunter on a target. He hadn't know what had hit him, and when he did, it was far too late to escape her loving clutches! Larrikith crooned as Valerian stroked her, and she turned an adoring gaze upon the young man, eyes sparkling in a whirl of warm colours.
Its disgusting, isn't it? Larrikith quipped, adusting her wing so B'jin could do the underside without breaking his neck. She tilted her head slightly, watching the two men labour over her hide and felt quite content. It was good to be the center of such attention.
"I have my days," B'jin replied lightly, smiling at his fellow harper.
Wait til he gets Proddy! Larrkkith snipped in again, her tone malicious and delighted. B'jin kicked her in the leg with his bare toes.