03.May.13, 11:51 AM
Lith hummed with approval when the shy beastcrafter reached a hand out to stroke her. Silent she may be but she was a giant green sucker for any physical touch. Grith and Shanith. She liked Grith and Shanith. They were fun greens. Loud like her but Lith was certain that they were louder. But that was okay, she didn't always have to be loudest.
"Ravana is a good woman," B'sen said with a smile, "Can't blame the woman for wanting to keep you around and safe!" B'sen definitely didn't blame her. With the turmoil and crap brewing lately being under the wing of a dragonrider was almost safer than being a dragon rider.
B'sen cocked his head to listen to the boy as he spoke quietly and pursed his lips in sympathy at his words. Being frightened of impression wasn't a horrible thing. B'sen had been frightened himself until Lith loud voice rang in his mind and then everything was forgotten. But oh! That's what Terken was afraid of, everything being forgotten. [lith]He should not be afraid. If his dragon is special like me than they won't mind his other duties[/lith] Lith said with certainty as she gave the hand stroking her a tiny but of her nose. They all can't be as special as you, my love he replied softly.
"Being frightened is okay. Impression is a pretty scary thing when you get down to it, but in the end it's all made worth it. And if you have the patience for a brood of pups and their wild mother, I'm certain you'll have the patience for a dragon!" He smiled gently at the hand that was tentative as it reached out to give him a soft touch. "She is rather spectacular isn't she?" B'sen chuckled, "No sorries. It was a long time ago when they passed on and now I've got Lith and a new friend, so everything worked out." He nudged Terken with his hips as the last of his words left him. A new friend indeed.
"I remember the north. Some of it anyway," he started, voice sad, "I remember how sad I was when my foster mothers firelizard didn't come back. And I remember how very terrible everything was when the dragons started getting sick. Then our banishment and flight south. It was very difficult that flight, so many youngsters lost from exhaustion." He would have cried then at the remembrance of all that was lost, if he hadn't cried out all his tears already.
"Ravana is a good woman," B'sen said with a smile, "Can't blame the woman for wanting to keep you around and safe!" B'sen definitely didn't blame her. With the turmoil and crap brewing lately being under the wing of a dragonrider was almost safer than being a dragon rider.
B'sen cocked his head to listen to the boy as he spoke quietly and pursed his lips in sympathy at his words. Being frightened of impression wasn't a horrible thing. B'sen had been frightened himself until Lith loud voice rang in his mind and then everything was forgotten. But oh! That's what Terken was afraid of, everything being forgotten. [lith]He should not be afraid. If his dragon is special like me than they won't mind his other duties[/lith] Lith said with certainty as she gave the hand stroking her a tiny but of her nose. They all can't be as special as you, my love he replied softly.
"Being frightened is okay. Impression is a pretty scary thing when you get down to it, but in the end it's all made worth it. And if you have the patience for a brood of pups and their wild mother, I'm certain you'll have the patience for a dragon!" He smiled gently at the hand that was tentative as it reached out to give him a soft touch. "She is rather spectacular isn't she?" B'sen chuckled, "No sorries. It was a long time ago when they passed on and now I've got Lith and a new friend, so everything worked out." He nudged Terken with his hips as the last of his words left him. A new friend indeed.
"I remember the north. Some of it anyway," he started, voice sad, "I remember how sad I was when my foster mothers firelizard didn't come back. And I remember how very terrible everything was when the dragons started getting sick. Then our banishment and flight south. It was very difficult that flight, so many youngsters lost from exhaustion." He would have cried then at the remembrance of all that was lost, if he hadn't cried out all his tears already.
Lith never speaks to another human but her rider