11.Jan.13, 08:59 PM
Ellaira pursed her lips slightly, and shrugged off the comment on his surprise at not seeing her before. "I spend most of my time out in the farms," she said after a moment. "So I don't really run into many people. And that," Ellaira said with a grin, "is why I'm here." She polished off her meat, correctly interpreting the flash of distaste as not being directed at her.
"She's welcome to meet the little blue fuck," the woman offered. Warbler, as if picking up on the derogatory term, fluted a sad sound, making Ellaira snort. "He's a curious beast. I do wish that we had records of them, but..." she trailed off as she realized that A'liran wasn't exactly listening to her. He had the strange, blank look in his eyes that Ellaira had long ago learned to connect with a rider mind-speaking his dragon, and the smile crossing his face clearly had nothing to do with the conversation they were having. Ah, well. The price of talking to dragonriders.
She rolled her eyes in amusement and picked Warbler up, placing him gently on her shoulder. The blue creature fluted a much happier sound, and curled up in a ball on her shoulder, vibrating with a silent purr. A fond smile flitted across her face as A'liran snapped out of his reverie, before yelling out loud at his dragon. Ellaira couldn't help it - she broke out into helpless laughter. She managed to get herself under control in time to answer A'liran.
"That's the idea," Ellaira said, still smiling. "But I've been here a long time and not managed to attract one, so who knows? Maybe it's not to be." She tried to still look happy, but anyone with half an eye for reading people would have been able to tell that it distressed her, to be rejected by so many dragons. But still... her time to Stand was running out. Maybe it was time to try and get used to the idea.
"She's welcome to meet the little blue fuck," the woman offered. Warbler, as if picking up on the derogatory term, fluted a sad sound, making Ellaira snort. "He's a curious beast. I do wish that we had records of them, but..." she trailed off as she realized that A'liran wasn't exactly listening to her. He had the strange, blank look in his eyes that Ellaira had long ago learned to connect with a rider mind-speaking his dragon, and the smile crossing his face clearly had nothing to do with the conversation they were having. Ah, well. The price of talking to dragonriders.
She rolled her eyes in amusement and picked Warbler up, placing him gently on her shoulder. The blue creature fluted a much happier sound, and curled up in a ball on her shoulder, vibrating with a silent purr. A fond smile flitted across her face as A'liran snapped out of his reverie, before yelling out loud at his dragon. Ellaira couldn't help it - she broke out into helpless laughter. She managed to get herself under control in time to answer A'liran.
"That's the idea," Ellaira said, still smiling. "But I've been here a long time and not managed to attract one, so who knows? Maybe it's not to be." She tried to still look happy, but anyone with half an eye for reading people would have been able to tell that it distressed her, to be rejected by so many dragons. But still... her time to Stand was running out. Maybe it was time to try and get used to the idea.