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02.Apr.13, 10:40 PM
They prefer to discuss flowers
Something about that dry statement brought a smile to S'kef's face, though it was a sly and pointed one. 'Of course they do." It was almost a shame that someone as talented and clever as R'nya was wasting his time babysitting a bunch of flightly young women, but at least that meant he was out of the way. S'kef hardly expected R'nya to be much of a problem anyway, though. The bronzerider was dutiful and quiet, and his allegiance tended to lie with whoever held rank; at least that's what S'kef had observed To see R'nya so willingly bowing to him now (and so soon after D'ren's fall!) meant that he was no danger.
"I don't blame you for keeping your nose out of it. It's nothing more than a big mess," he said casually, more than happy to let it go.
Now, there was the business of their guest. S'kef turned towards him, watching as the young man attempted to explain himself. It was almost cute. Tyrrisath's eyes settled down into a more neutral shade of green as the boy talked, and S'kef was only half-listening, for R'nya and Xyreith's antics to his side were disruptive at the least.
"You're not bothering anyone, boy. Tyrrisath is fine," S'kef said, pleasantly enough, though perhaps a little rough around the edges. At least the kid wasn't acting like some sort of vandal. He was obviously trying to watch his step and keep his nose clean, and that was a good sign. Maybe not all the youngsters were completely useless. "..I think Tyrrisath was just startled by the canine."
Tyrrisath snorted disdainfully. Startled? Interested was more like it. Dragons didn't see dogs all that often.
Something about that dry statement brought a smile to S'kef's face, though it was a sly and pointed one. 'Of course they do." It was almost a shame that someone as talented and clever as R'nya was wasting his time babysitting a bunch of flightly young women, but at least that meant he was out of the way. S'kef hardly expected R'nya to be much of a problem anyway, though. The bronzerider was dutiful and quiet, and his allegiance tended to lie with whoever held rank; at least that's what S'kef had observed To see R'nya so willingly bowing to him now (and so soon after D'ren's fall!) meant that he was no danger.
"I don't blame you for keeping your nose out of it. It's nothing more than a big mess," he said casually, more than happy to let it go.
Now, there was the business of their guest. S'kef turned towards him, watching as the young man attempted to explain himself. It was almost cute. Tyrrisath's eyes settled down into a more neutral shade of green as the boy talked, and S'kef was only half-listening, for R'nya and Xyreith's antics to his side were disruptive at the least.
"You're not bothering anyone, boy. Tyrrisath is fine," S'kef said, pleasantly enough, though perhaps a little rough around the edges. At least the kid wasn't acting like some sort of vandal. He was obviously trying to watch his step and keep his nose clean, and that was a good sign. Maybe not all the youngsters were completely useless. "..I think Tyrrisath was just startled by the canine."
Tyrrisath snorted disdainfully. Startled? Interested was more like it. Dragons didn't see dogs all that often.
