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12.Dec.12, 05:36 AM
"Indeed I did," Talian said, masking his displeasure at being spoken to. He'd softened on dragons, but that didn't mean he wanted Ronath talking to him. Larrikith was Talian's friend and Veeth was tolerable, but Ronarth was not welcome in the slightest. Sill, the sharding dragon had gone tended for so long that Talian sometimes through he could smell the wounds when he got downwind, and any fool with working eyes could see that the beast was in pain. That was inhumane, and it was going to stop.
Talian came with his leather bag filled with supplies in one hand and a deep bucket of water in the other. Fellis was perched lightly on his shoulder, but became visibly nervous at the sight of Ronarth. The dragon was far too large and far too excitable to make good company, and on top of that, he was a bronze, and bronzes were scary! Talian shushed the flit, sending a bit of mental reassurance as he approached. He silently willed Fellis to remain with him rather than fleeing; the creature needed to learn not to run blindly from every dragon he met!
Talian approached, setting his gear down and pulling his headband on. He'd noticed Nejerc, but didn't bother saying anything until those matters were tended to. Tal didn't care for the other man, but he wasn't going to make an issue out of it. He scowled a bit, perhaps at Ronarth himself or perhaps at his condition, and gave his companion a small shush before stepping close.
"....Hello," he said, distracted but not insincere as he looked at the dragon's tattered hide. His comment was directed at Nejerc, and even a dim-witted dragon like Ronarth could understand that. The dragon purred and looked back to Nejerc, clearly pleased to have not just one person looking after him, but two!
"Shards," Talian said lightly, eyes narrowing as he ran his fingers around the edge of the wound. "This is ridiculous."
Talian came with his leather bag filled with supplies in one hand and a deep bucket of water in the other. Fellis was perched lightly on his shoulder, but became visibly nervous at the sight of Ronarth. The dragon was far too large and far too excitable to make good company, and on top of that, he was a bronze, and bronzes were scary! Talian shushed the flit, sending a bit of mental reassurance as he approached. He silently willed Fellis to remain with him rather than fleeing; the creature needed to learn not to run blindly from every dragon he met!
Talian approached, setting his gear down and pulling his headband on. He'd noticed Nejerc, but didn't bother saying anything until those matters were tended to. Tal didn't care for the other man, but he wasn't going to make an issue out of it. He scowled a bit, perhaps at Ronarth himself or perhaps at his condition, and gave his companion a small shush before stepping close.
"....Hello," he said, distracted but not insincere as he looked at the dragon's tattered hide. His comment was directed at Nejerc, and even a dim-witted dragon like Ronarth could understand that. The dragon purred and looked back to Nejerc, clearly pleased to have not just one person looking after him, but two!
"Shards," Talian said lightly, eyes narrowing as he ran his fingers around the edge of the wound. "This is ridiculous."
