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07.May.13, 01:29 AM
It was certainly a spectacle, watching a dragon hunt. T'rielle had never really gotten the chance to watch one beside his own, and he was enjoying seeing the brown's own unique style--and not just because it was fodder to tease Caxith with later. Besides, C'vir wasn't terrrible company, despite his standoffishness. T'rielle liked him, and certainly wasn't above prodding him into conversation; especially when no one else was around. He would have carried a one-sided conversation with Caxith (and often did, at that), but she claimed that it threw off her rhythm. The greenrider often wondered what rhythm was to be had from tearing apart a dead animal, but she never bothered to explain, claiming that he 'just wouldn't understand'.
He didn't miss the flash of fondness from C'vir at the mention of his dragon, and grinned a bit himself. The fact that C'vir wasn't technically so happy about his presence went unnoticed, for the most part. It was his comment, after all, even if it was kind of a given for the vast majority of dragonriders to be gratified by comments about their dragon.
"Oh, decidedly ordinary, I suppose. Nothing glaringly wonderful or painfully awful." He said, glancing briefly to the feeding green at C'vir's mention of her. "I should add that that is all despite her best efforts. She doesn't like being bored." Neither did he, for that matter, but clearly the pair had very different ideas of 'boring'. Stuff still happened, but it didn't happen specifically to him, and that was just fine.You do realize that that's incredibly unbelieveable, right? Everybody knows you're a troublemaker. T'rielle spared her an affronted look that she gracefully ignored. It was accurate, though, and if anyone but Caxith had pointed it out T'rielle would have had no issue with accepting the statement as truth.
It was part of their dynamic. She was laid-back enough that T'rielle could be as annoying as he wanted and she would only shrug it off and call him an idiot--which he, in turn would pretend not to hear, or brush off as the female equivalent of affection. They both did their best to stay out of the middle of things. Caxith because she didn't care, and T'rielle because he knew enough to know that he wasn't exactly an influential individual in the hierarchy of the Weyr. It was better this way, in his opinion; he had a small amount of additional freedom and a damn impressive dragon despite her small stature (and he was not above getting defensive if anyone but he said anything negative about her).
"She has no manners," He quipped, watching as Caxith finished with the first half of her meal, and moved forward to tear into the belly of the next. She placed one foot on the remains of the other herdbeast, heedless of the gore now coating the limb. It wasn't a proper feeding unless she got a little messy. "I don't suppose things have been any more exciting for you?"
He didn't miss the flash of fondness from C'vir at the mention of his dragon, and grinned a bit himself. The fact that C'vir wasn't technically so happy about his presence went unnoticed, for the most part. It was his comment, after all, even if it was kind of a given for the vast majority of dragonriders to be gratified by comments about their dragon.
"Oh, decidedly ordinary, I suppose. Nothing glaringly wonderful or painfully awful." He said, glancing briefly to the feeding green at C'vir's mention of her. "I should add that that is all despite her best efforts. She doesn't like being bored." Neither did he, for that matter, but clearly the pair had very different ideas of 'boring'. Stuff still happened, but it didn't happen specifically to him, and that was just fine.
It was part of their dynamic. She was laid-back enough that T'rielle could be as annoying as he wanted and she would only shrug it off and call him an idiot--which he, in turn would pretend not to hear, or brush off as the female equivalent of affection. They both did their best to stay out of the middle of things. Caxith because she didn't care, and T'rielle because he knew enough to know that he wasn't exactly an influential individual in the hierarchy of the Weyr. It was better this way, in his opinion; he had a small amount of additional freedom and a damn impressive dragon despite her small stature (and he was not above getting defensive if anyone but he said anything negative about her).
"She has no manners," He quipped, watching as Caxith finished with the first half of her meal, and moved forward to tear into the belly of the next. She placed one foot on the remains of the other herdbeast, heedless of the gore now coating the limb. It wasn't a proper feeding unless she got a little messy. "I don't suppose things have been any more exciting for you?"
