06.Feb.12, 04:46 PM
The bronzerider relaxed at her touch, relieved to see her equally happy at the outcome. He couldn't imagine what the riders of female dragons went through, feeling so coveted and objectified during dragonflight. He was thankful not to have to deal with it himself, though his own flight conduct was a bit ghastly in his eyes. He felt like a beast. It was offensive to his chivalrous tendencies, but nothing could be done about it. Now, it was over, and he could be glad it happened.
He smiled at Tsuen. "I'm glad to he here, too," he said softly. This meant they had what, around three more turns together, judging by Nirinath's previous cycle? Three more turns to enjoy each other's company and keep the Weyr whipped into shape. He yawned pleasantly and inched closer to Tsuen, reaching out with one hand to delicately stroke her face. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He never knew exactly what to say after a flight, but his mellowness and leisurely contentment were obvious. This was how thing ought to be.
He pried for Ronarth. The dragon was found sleeping happily, his gentle mind still floating about in the clouds. Good boy D'ren thought with amusement. Ronarth would be so proud of himself!
Winning the flight meant D'ren could push forward with some of the new plans he had; plans he'd been holding off on to avoid enacting right before a potential shift in leadership. Now that he had more time, he was safe. His mind started to drift in that direction, but he quickly suppressed it. Now wasn't the time to be political or administrative, it was the time to enjoy a well-earned quiet moment with Tsuen. His romantic side got the better of him, and he blushed.
He smiled at Tsuen. "I'm glad to he here, too," he said softly. This meant they had what, around three more turns together, judging by Nirinath's previous cycle? Three more turns to enjoy each other's company and keep the Weyr whipped into shape. He yawned pleasantly and inched closer to Tsuen, reaching out with one hand to delicately stroke her face. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He never knew exactly what to say after a flight, but his mellowness and leisurely contentment were obvious. This was how thing ought to be.
He pried for Ronarth. The dragon was found sleeping happily, his gentle mind still floating about in the clouds. Good boy D'ren thought with amusement. Ronarth would be so proud of himself!
Winning the flight meant D'ren could push forward with some of the new plans he had; plans he'd been holding off on to avoid enacting right before a potential shift in leadership. Now that he had more time, he was safe. His mind started to drift in that direction, but he quickly suppressed it. Now wasn't the time to be political or administrative, it was the time to enjoy a well-earned quiet moment with Tsuen. His romantic side got the better of him, and he blushed.