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04.Dec.12, 08:16 AM
D'ren grasped the younger man's hand, his own grasp firm but not overpowering. "Relax," he said warmly, eyeing his dragon with increasing amusement now that he realized the boy hadn't been scared out of his wits. D'ren's heart always skipped a beat when the damn bronze went off on one of his spontaneous little adventures. Shards, a newly-Impressed D'ren had hoped fervently that his dragonet would grow out of that phase, but they were getting old now and Ronarth was still at it!
D'ren looked older than he was now, too. His job was stressful, and the pressure only compounded as time went on and tensions rode higher. It really was good to have a nice, relaxing afternoon, and if a little over-excitement from Ronarth was all D'ren had to worry about, well that was just fine.
"Ronarth won't eat you," D'ren assured Nejerc. He could have simply pointed out that dragons don't eat people, but he knew that argument was less than persuasive to those who were less familiar with the beasts. "He's just excited. He's talkative and likes to meet people." Hah, how many people had D'ren met through Ronarth's antics that he wouldn't have met otherwise? It was a blessing and a curse.
D'ren withdrew his hand and crossed both arms, looking Nejerc over for a moment before shaking his head. "Well son, I know I recognize your face, but I can't place your name. I'm D'ren, and this is Ronarth." He assumed the boy would know, but assumptions made for bland conversation, and his paranoid side still figured he needed to smooth things out after Ronarth's 'enthusiastic' greeting.
D'ren looked older than he was now, too. His job was stressful, and the pressure only compounded as time went on and tensions rode higher. It really was good to have a nice, relaxing afternoon, and if a little over-excitement from Ronarth was all D'ren had to worry about, well that was just fine.
"Ronarth won't eat you," D'ren assured Nejerc. He could have simply pointed out that dragons don't eat people, but he knew that argument was less than persuasive to those who were less familiar with the beasts. "He's just excited. He's talkative and likes to meet people." Hah, how many people had D'ren met through Ronarth's antics that he wouldn't have met otherwise? It was a blessing and a curse.
D'ren withdrew his hand and crossed both arms, looking Nejerc over for a moment before shaking his head. "Well son, I know I recognize your face, but I can't place your name. I'm D'ren, and this is Ronarth." He assumed the boy would know, but assumptions made for bland conversation, and his paranoid side still figured he needed to smooth things out after Ronarth's 'enthusiastic' greeting.
