01.Sep.13, 02:09 AM
Ravana's concentration was complete enough that presently Stubborn's nose slipped from behind her curls and unnoticed the firelizard took off. She circled the eggs again, chirping and cheeping at them, as if encouraging the dragonets within to grow big and strong. She finally landed on one of Okalinath's headknobs, chattering to her happily. She took off again landing on her nose and chirping a greeting, her mental images all happy and delighted by her eggs, how beautiful they were!
Ravna answered as she focused on her paper, words soft. "I suppose, though not used to conversing with dragons that aren't Shanith or Olemuth...and Olemuth barely talks to anyone." She finally got the curve of her tail around the eggs right, looked up and actually yelped. "Stubborn! Okalinath isn't a throne!"
Though actually...She drew a quick sketch of the gold with the flit on her head, folded it to put away for later, then sighed, not calling the little flit back. "I am sure all your babies will be fantastic." Ravana looked up at her, and started to correct the lines of her muzzle. She was at once larger and more delicate than Shanith. Built like a lady, or so it seemed to Ravana.
She hmmed. "Some of these eggs look like they could be bronzes, I'd say. I don't bet on the eggs, though. It seems a bit rude, like the only worth of the dragon is their hide color..."
Ravana mused, having forgotten a moment she was speaking to a gold. "...but then I'm biased since I ride green." Ravana finished one sketch, working on a more detailed one of the eggs themselves now. "Still comfortable, lady Okalinath?"
She looked up, adding, "I'm hoping to give one of these to your bonded and one to N'kal. He's sort of a friend. I'm almost done with what I'll need to finish these though."
Ravna answered as she focused on her paper, words soft. "I suppose, though not used to conversing with dragons that aren't Shanith or Olemuth...and Olemuth barely talks to anyone." She finally got the curve of her tail around the eggs right, looked up and actually yelped. "Stubborn! Okalinath isn't a throne!"
Though actually...She drew a quick sketch of the gold with the flit on her head, folded it to put away for later, then sighed, not calling the little flit back. "I am sure all your babies will be fantastic." Ravana looked up at her, and started to correct the lines of her muzzle. She was at once larger and more delicate than Shanith. Built like a lady, or so it seemed to Ravana.
She hmmed. "Some of these eggs look like they could be bronzes, I'd say. I don't bet on the eggs, though. It seems a bit rude, like the only worth of the dragon is their hide color..."
Ravana mused, having forgotten a moment she was speaking to a gold. "...but then I'm biased since I ride green." Ravana finished one sketch, working on a more detailed one of the eggs themselves now. "Still comfortable, lady Okalinath?"
She looked up, adding, "I'm hoping to give one of these to your bonded and one to N'kal. He's sort of a friend. I'm almost done with what I'll need to finish these though."