09.Apr.13, 08:04 PM
I'shan's lip twitched. "It's sort of rare on my end, too. I think Ilv means well, but every so often he forgets his manners, so to speak." Everyone knew that instinct was stronger than sentiment when it came to dragonflights, but Ilveriath was usually a gentleman. Some dragons were better about it than others. T'rielle was lucky indeed, since I'shan knew plenty of greenrider who had no fortune at all in that regard. A green dragon may try to choose her mates, but with the males all larger and stronger, many of the poor dears were caught without that sort of discretion.
Lucky bastard. I'shan hoped it held out.
He took the wine bottle and threw back a long drink himself. Spazz craned his neck over to sniff at the lip of the bottle as it lingered near I'shan's lips, but he skittishly pulled back when I'shan eyed him. Squee, being an opportunist, chirped and boldly stuck his head forward to lap at the bottle's lip. The taste didn't agree with him and he started to shake his head vigorously.
I'shan snickered and wiped the mouth of the bottle off. "Your fault, dumbass," he said to Squee before taking a second drink. He offered the bottle back to T'rielle and smirked. "Speaking of girls and kids and all that, my son got a fire lizard," he preened. I'shan hadn't exactly been thrilled to reveal himself as Isharyn's father, but over time he'd acclimated himelf and could even concede that being a dad was fun...as long as it was part-time. Ilveriath was of the opinion that he would be an excellent full-time father, but I'shan wasn't ready to go that far yet....as if the child's mother would ever give him up.
"Have you met Isharyn?" I'shan asked, lifting a brow. Kids weren't usually the sort of topic he'd bring up with his guy friends, especially cute greenriders that an uncommitted I'shan might have been interested in tossing around a bit, but the topic of female flight partners had no other logical conclusion. After all, that was perhaps the greatest horror of such encounters!
Lucky bastard. I'shan hoped it held out.
He took the wine bottle and threw back a long drink himself. Spazz craned his neck over to sniff at the lip of the bottle as it lingered near I'shan's lips, but he skittishly pulled back when I'shan eyed him. Squee, being an opportunist, chirped and boldly stuck his head forward to lap at the bottle's lip. The taste didn't agree with him and he started to shake his head vigorously.
I'shan snickered and wiped the mouth of the bottle off. "Your fault, dumbass," he said to Squee before taking a second drink. He offered the bottle back to T'rielle and smirked. "Speaking of girls and kids and all that, my son got a fire lizard," he preened. I'shan hadn't exactly been thrilled to reveal himself as Isharyn's father, but over time he'd acclimated himelf and could even concede that being a dad was fun...as long as it was part-time. Ilveriath was of the opinion that he would be an excellent full-time father, but I'shan wasn't ready to go that far yet....as if the child's mother would ever give him up.
"Have you met Isharyn?" I'shan asked, lifting a brow. Kids weren't usually the sort of topic he'd bring up with his guy friends, especially cute greenriders that an uncommitted I'shan might have been interested in tossing around a bit, but the topic of female flight partners had no other logical conclusion. After all, that was perhaps the greatest horror of such encounters!