29.Jul.13, 06:16 PM
This woman was a high-strung bundle of nerves and, if there was one thing Armath would never understand, it was stressing out about little problems like concussions. He nudged M'din, who lay gurgling at his feet, with the back of his claw. Perhaps he's overestimated his ability to handle the situation alone. His rider would have to deal with the woman he'd caught- no, cushioned.
Up you go, pal. Eyes open, please. She is not calming down.
M'din blinked, completely befuddled, as his dilated pupils refocused on a brown blob blocking his view of the forest canopy overhead. "Amrmrath?" he moaned. He reached out to his bonded, who gently lowered his snout to his chest. "I feel a little better now," M'din swallowed. He could see the brunette woman a few feet away and his blurred eyes told him she was curled tightly into herself. In spite of his head injury, M'din felt a twang of sympathy as he recalled her crippling fear after her landing.
Just as he was about to speak to her, Armath interjected,Oh, no, not hopeless like dying. I just mean he's hopeless because he's constantly getting hurt. M'din could fall into a barrel of pillows and come out with a broken neck. You won't be in trouble or anything; it's just something that happens. The dragon stretched his neck past his rider, coming as close as he could to her arms without touching her, in the hopes of encouraging her bravery.
"Aparicush," M'din slurred. "You don't need to be scared. We're all right now." He debated verbalizing that he wasn't angry, but didn't want to plant that idea in her head. The brownrider had never seen someone so frightened by him, and wondered for a moment if he really was that scary looking. Clearing his throat and mind, M'din rolled to one elbow and asked, "How can I make you feel better?"
M'din blinked, completely befuddled, as his dilated pupils refocused on a brown blob blocking his view of the forest canopy overhead. "Amrmrath?" he moaned. He reached out to his bonded, who gently lowered his snout to his chest. "I feel a little better now," M'din swallowed. He could see the brunette woman a few feet away and his blurred eyes told him she was curled tightly into herself. In spite of his head injury, M'din felt a twang of sympathy as he recalled her crippling fear after her landing.
Just as he was about to speak to her, Armath interjected,
"Aparicush," M'din slurred. "You don't need to be scared. We're all right now." He debated verbalizing that he wasn't angry, but didn't want to plant that idea in her head. The brownrider had never seen someone so frightened by him, and wondered for a moment if he really was that scary looking. Clearing his throat and mind, M'din rolled to one elbow and asked, "How can I make you feel better?"