03.May.13, 11:32 AM
Ameris watched the pair with amusement. Rislan was a rough and tumble boy who ran hell bent for leather at any opportunity and this time was no different than any other. She had become a touch concerned when he had plowed into the legs of the man who now stood looking down at her son with mock severity but the amused words that came from him quickly quashed whatever she had been about to say. She chuckled out loud when Rislan spoke in his childish voice, "Ris'! I Ris and I always polite!" THe boy was in fact polite. When she reminded him to be. Ameris stood just behind him, one arm wrapped around her middle as the other came up to attempt to smother the chuckle that continued to brew.
When his gaze flicked over her Ameris stood up straighter. He was attractive, in a morose and sad sort of way. Though his hair was longer than she preferred he had kind eyes and something of a pleasant smile. If the tiny smile he had given her was any indication anyway. "Yes. Children certainly love to play," she laughed, "If he had fallen the little devil would have blamed you, I'm sure!" Rislan was a good lad, for the most part, and rarely cried, so a yelling match would have been a given if he had fallen.
Ameris cocked her head to the side at his introduction. N'kal of bronze Torath. A bronzerider. He had that look about him, that look that spoke volumes of a person and their dragon. Why she hadn't pegged him as such she couldn't decide, she was fairly good at picking the riders out from the drudges. "Why wouldn't it matter?" she asked quietly as Rislan began to snoop around the man, "That little scamp there is Rislan and I'm Ameris." The dark haired boy stopped in his quest around the rider to poke at the stack of wood, "Whatcha doin'?" he asked.
When his gaze flicked over her Ameris stood up straighter. He was attractive, in a morose and sad sort of way. Though his hair was longer than she preferred he had kind eyes and something of a pleasant smile. If the tiny smile he had given her was any indication anyway. "Yes. Children certainly love to play," she laughed, "If he had fallen the little devil would have blamed you, I'm sure!" Rislan was a good lad, for the most part, and rarely cried, so a yelling match would have been a given if he had fallen.
Ameris cocked her head to the side at his introduction. N'kal of bronze Torath. A bronzerider. He had that look about him, that look that spoke volumes of a person and their dragon. Why she hadn't pegged him as such she couldn't decide, she was fairly good at picking the riders out from the drudges. "Why wouldn't it matter?" she asked quietly as Rislan began to snoop around the man, "That little scamp there is Rislan and I'm Ameris." The dark haired boy stopped in his quest around the rider to poke at the stack of wood, "Whatcha doin'?" he asked.