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09.Mar.13, 06:46 PM
Caxith thought she was really quite tolerant of T’rielle’s habit of running around like a lunatic. It wasn’t like she had to go with him everywhere he went, but that didn’t stop her from complaining even when she was simply sitting in one place. Nice enough of her to let him continue, she thought, and not make him stop outright. She would not mention that one time she’d ended up pinning him down with a foot because he wouldn’t shut up about some activity or other and she was just trying to sleep you sharding ninny, so shut up and I’ll let you up. It tended not to work particularly well, mostly because T’rielle knew better than to think that she’d actually do anything. He would be wrong, though, because Caxith hadn’t let him up until he’d been quiet for a solid five minutes (which just about killed the talkative greenrider, let me tell you).
T'rielle, for his part, had learned quickly enough where the green's boundaries were, and he was remarkably good at skimming that line without crossing. It certainly didn't hurt that the green had no qualms about pointing out when T'rielle was being dense, and the young man had learned very quickly to take it into consideration, at the very least; as long as he paused for a second, thought about himself, then Caxith wouldn't get too snarky at him, even if he didn't really take her advice.
Despite the potentially (and occasionally not) clashing personalities, the two of them really were capable of getting their acts together when they needed to. Caxith never had to ask T’rielle to come with her down to the river so she could take a swim, and she never needed to be told that he couldn’t stop moving, that he just needed to do it and to deal with it on the rare occasions when the rider just needed to get his mind recalibrated. This specific occasion was one that ended with T’rielle sprawled on the riverside and Caxith wallowing in the river, doing her best to surreptitiously drench her rider when he was least expecting it. You’re a terrible beast and I hate you. She was not above pulling him straight into the river either, he knew (she’d done it more than once, and he just about drowned every time--swimming was not one of his strong points).
He heard a rumble, and saw bubbles erupt from the surface of the river where he could see the green’s head submerged. He could see her eyes looming up at him through the water, and a moment later she erupted onto the riverline beside him, not quite managing to keep T’rielle dry. He sighed, but nevertheless moved to her side and gave the green an affectionate pat and scratch along the ridges at the base of her skull. The dragon gave an affectionate hum as he did so, allowing the action to go on for almost an entire minute before shaking her head.I want to go fishing. T'rielle was severely unimpressed by that statement, rolling his eyes and settling back on the ground just in time for a loud and not particularly painless thwap to the back of his head. Hey! That hurt! Caxith just rumbled, seeming unconcerned. She levered one of her Looks at him before slipping back into the water with typical grace.
T'rielle, for his part, had learned quickly enough where the green's boundaries were, and he was remarkably good at skimming that line without crossing. It certainly didn't hurt that the green had no qualms about pointing out when T'rielle was being dense, and the young man had learned very quickly to take it into consideration, at the very least; as long as he paused for a second, thought about himself, then Caxith wouldn't get too snarky at him, even if he didn't really take her advice.
Despite the potentially (and occasionally not) clashing personalities, the two of them really were capable of getting their acts together when they needed to. Caxith never had to ask T’rielle to come with her down to the river so she could take a swim, and she never needed to be told that he couldn’t stop moving, that he just needed to do it and to deal with it on the rare occasions when the rider just needed to get his mind recalibrated. This specific occasion was one that ended with T’rielle sprawled on the riverside and Caxith wallowing in the river, doing her best to surreptitiously drench her rider when he was least expecting it. You’re a terrible beast and I hate you. She was not above pulling him straight into the river either, he knew (she’d done it more than once, and he just about drowned every time--swimming was not one of his strong points).
He heard a rumble, and saw bubbles erupt from the surface of the river where he could see the green’s head submerged. He could see her eyes looming up at him through the water, and a moment later she erupted onto the riverline beside him, not quite managing to keep T’rielle dry. He sighed, but nevertheless moved to her side and gave the green an affectionate pat and scratch along the ridges at the base of her skull. The dragon gave an affectionate hum as he did so, allowing the action to go on for almost an entire minute before shaking her head.
