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05.Feb.13, 02:55 AM
It had been a long time since he'd stood on the Sands and Impressed Olemuth. And here he was again, back on sands hoping to Impress. Of course, these were vastly different stands and this situation was much more... Relaxing than when he'd Impressed the bronze. Here, at the lake's edge he wasn't feeling like he was going to wet himself with nerves. No one was watching him, there was no crowd in the stands making his heart race. There weren't other equally nervous candidates around him. There were no large, quivering eggs waiting to burst.
There was only the quiet lapping of the water on the shore. The sand beneath his boots and Olemuth's quiet presence in his mind. There were times when he wondered if the bronze understood just how much B'run relied on him. Olemuth insisted that he understood and that he needed B'run just as much. The equality comforted the rider and he gave a small smile and continued on his mission.
He wanted a fire lizard. Company that wouldn't hate him. Or leave. Another quiet, reassuring presence in his mind. And a friend for Olemuth. The dragon had encouraged him to go hunting once he'd met Ellaira's Warbler and taken a liking to the blue that had scolded him like a child. Really, B'run would take a liking to anyone or anything that stood up to him. Maybe he just liked the challenge.
Not to mention the fact that the little flits had proven extremely useful and he was keen on having some extra (tiny) hands around to lend a paw. He glanced up at the high sun and drug a rag over his face. A hand went to his hip, checking the satchel of meat that hung across his chest. He'd brought more than enough, he hoped, to befriend a fire lizard. Maybe he'd get a brown or a bronze. He'd be happy with a blue, even. It didn't even occur to the man to consider a green or a gold. He didn't have the kind of luck it took to get a gold, nor did he expect a green to want anything to do with him. Shells, greenriders barely wanted anything to do with him, why would a green flit?
There were others on the beach. He had seen their footprints and mentally asked Olemuth if he saw them from his bowl in the sand. The dragon replied in the negative without even lifting his head. He could hear the humor in the dragon's voice, however, and a frown settled itself on B'run's features. He moved along, keeping his eyes on the ground.
There was only the quiet lapping of the water on the shore. The sand beneath his boots and Olemuth's quiet presence in his mind. There were times when he wondered if the bronze understood just how much B'run relied on him. Olemuth insisted that he understood and that he needed B'run just as much. The equality comforted the rider and he gave a small smile and continued on his mission.
He wanted a fire lizard. Company that wouldn't hate him. Or leave. Another quiet, reassuring presence in his mind. And a friend for Olemuth. The dragon had encouraged him to go hunting once he'd met Ellaira's Warbler and taken a liking to the blue that had scolded him like a child. Really, B'run would take a liking to anyone or anything that stood up to him. Maybe he just liked the challenge.
Not to mention the fact that the little flits had proven extremely useful and he was keen on having some extra (tiny) hands around to lend a paw. He glanced up at the high sun and drug a rag over his face. A hand went to his hip, checking the satchel of meat that hung across his chest. He'd brought more than enough, he hoped, to befriend a fire lizard. Maybe he'd get a brown or a bronze. He'd be happy with a blue, even. It didn't even occur to the man to consider a green or a gold. He didn't have the kind of luck it took to get a gold, nor did he expect a green to want anything to do with him. Shells, greenriders barely wanted anything to do with him, why would a green flit?
There were others on the beach. He had seen their footprints and mentally asked Olemuth if he saw them from his bowl in the sand. The dragon replied in the negative without even lifting his head. He could hear the humor in the dragon's voice, however, and a frown settled itself on B'run's features. He moved along, keeping his eyes on the ground.
