29.Jul.13, 05:36 PM
M'din smiled at the playful bronze as his rider assured him he was far too friendly. Korutath was just so sweet, and completely devoid of the haughtiness found in many bronzes. M'din's elder brothers, brozeriders both, had bonded to uppity metallics totally lacking the enthusiasm and inherent optimism of the dragon circling Armath overhead. He vastly preferred L'varl's bonded, and told him as much.
"I think it's wonderful that he's so friendly, and probably helpful to you too. It would be terribly difficult to have an antisocial dragon, and even harder to have a mean one," he said lightly. "Imagine if ours were testy. I'd have no idea how to ask Armath to be nice."
What? I'm never nice- I'm fearsome. Get it right.
Of course you are! M'din shot a guilty grin skyward. I was just telling L'varl it's a good thing people like you despite your ferocity.
Appeased by his rider's correction, Armath turned his attention back to Korutath flying overhead,Aveleth is pretty. He looks like a cloud. He crawled closer to the lounging riders, tail sweeping widely behind him. Unlike many dragons, Armath didn't mind keeping his claws to the ground. He enjoyed seeing the world from M'din's point of view, even if his eye-level was a bit taller. Oh, and what's that one blue's name? The whitish one? "Pissed off" or something. He's pretty too.
Armath cooed appreciatively as Korutath complimented him, taking a seat in the grass. Wait, was it a compliment, or was the bronze just playing back? Armath didn't handle earnest flattery well, and decided to take his comment as part of a joke. Yes, jokes were much more familiar territory.Why, thank you, Korutath. It's a good thing you're not a gold with that silver tongue of yours. You'd be very popular.
M'din cleared his throat across the valley, wondering if L'varl was the type of bronzerider who would outright punch a man for his dragon's lowbrow humor. He sighed.
"I think it's wonderful that he's so friendly, and probably helpful to you too. It would be terribly difficult to have an antisocial dragon, and even harder to have a mean one," he said lightly. "Imagine if ours were testy. I'd have no idea how to ask Armath to be nice."
Of course you are! M'din shot a guilty grin skyward. I was just telling L'varl it's a good thing people like you despite your ferocity.
Appeased by his rider's correction, Armath turned his attention back to Korutath flying overhead,
Armath cooed appreciatively as Korutath complimented him, taking a seat in the grass. Wait, was it a compliment, or was the bronze just playing back? Armath didn't handle earnest flattery well, and decided to take his comment as part of a joke. Yes, jokes were much more familiar territory.
M'din cleared his throat across the valley, wondering if L'varl was the type of bronzerider who would outright punch a man for his dragon's lowbrow humor. He sighed.