01.May.13, 12:51 PM
"Excellent!" said M'din with a crack of his knuckles. He was immensely pleased that she would willingly spend time with him again, next time not trapped in a Bathing House prison with some random naked man invading her pool. It had been a strange morning for both of them.
"Not tomorrow, but the next day I was planning on oiling Armath. We could go to the River's Edge by the flat rocks. I'll meet you at noon, and we can show Soren how to oil a dragon," he suggested. For a moment he considered offering to take Peorray and her son between to save them the time and trouble of walking, but he had no desire to frighten the child with such an unfamiliar experience. To the unaccustomed lacking the steady reassurance of a bonded dragon, between could be a nightmare realm, particularly for a child too young to understand what was happening. He saved that proposition for another time.
When Peorray thanked him for his time and company, he smiled broadly through his beard. "Of course! I love to talk about Armath, and never want someone brave enough to stand to be upset with the outcome. It takes a lot of courage." He sincerely spoke the words he wished he'd heard after standing empty-handed ten times in a row.
With pursed lips, M'din glanced around the room in search of his towel and clothing. "Well, Peorray, I'm very glad to have met you, but it's time for me to leave you to your bath." Suddenly remembering his nakedness, he said, "If you could, um, close your eyes, I'm going to get out now." He emerged from the pool, hurriedly drying and dressing himself. He said, "All done! By the way, thank you for not slapping me when I came in." M'din waved a meaty hand. "Have a good day, and I'll see you later!" The door shut behind him with a clunk as he meandered to his hut, eager to tell Armath about his new friend.
"Not tomorrow, but the next day I was planning on oiling Armath. We could go to the River's Edge by the flat rocks. I'll meet you at noon, and we can show Soren how to oil a dragon," he suggested. For a moment he considered offering to take Peorray and her son between to save them the time and trouble of walking, but he had no desire to frighten the child with such an unfamiliar experience. To the unaccustomed lacking the steady reassurance of a bonded dragon, between could be a nightmare realm, particularly for a child too young to understand what was happening. He saved that proposition for another time.
When Peorray thanked him for his time and company, he smiled broadly through his beard. "Of course! I love to talk about Armath, and never want someone brave enough to stand to be upset with the outcome. It takes a lot of courage." He sincerely spoke the words he wished he'd heard after standing empty-handed ten times in a row.
With pursed lips, M'din glanced around the room in search of his towel and clothing. "Well, Peorray, I'm very glad to have met you, but it's time for me to leave you to your bath." Suddenly remembering his nakedness, he said, "If you could, um, close your eyes, I'm going to get out now." He emerged from the pool, hurriedly drying and dressing himself. He said, "All done! By the way, thank you for not slapping me when I came in." M'din waved a meaty hand. "Have a good day, and I'll see you later!" The door shut behind him with a clunk as he meandered to his hut, eager to tell Armath about his new friend.