19.Aug.13, 05:05 PM
She was lying. Ameris knew something was bothering her friend, something that put a sad gleam in her eye and a forced smile on her face. She should probably attempt to ferret out what exactly, she had a good idea what it was but she allowed Vaelya the luxury of her secrets. Secrets were a wonderful thing sometimes and Ameris generally kept hers to herself. Very few people knew the full scope of some of her secrets and it would remain that way.
A brightly proud smile overtook her concern when Vaelya demanded introductions. She couldn't help the smile really. She'd walked in a daze of equal parts proud and disbelieving from the moment she had come to gripes with the bright musical personality that was not her own. She still had trouble believing the color of her dragon much less that she had impressed at all. She'd failed so many other times before that she figured the only one who would want her was a green, certainly not a gold.A green simply would not due for you, Mizeath said firmly (for the hundredth time) as she moved around her bonded's legs.
"Of course!" she answered drifting a hand down the warm hide of Mizeath. The young dragon sidled up to Vaelya exhaustion forgotten in the face of a new friend. She extended a nose to give the woman before her a delicate sniff and a sweet lick to the hand. "Vaelya, this is Mizeath," she started as she waved her hand at the dragonet, "Mizeath, this is my good friend Vaelya."Hello, the little gold said softly and sweetly to Vaelya.
A brightly proud smile overtook her concern when Vaelya demanded introductions. She couldn't help the smile really. She'd walked in a daze of equal parts proud and disbelieving from the moment she had come to gripes with the bright musical personality that was not her own. She still had trouble believing the color of her dragon much less that she had impressed at all. She'd failed so many other times before that she figured the only one who would want her was a green, certainly not a gold.
"Of course!" she answered drifting a hand down the warm hide of Mizeath. The young dragon sidled up to Vaelya exhaustion forgotten in the face of a new friend. She extended a nose to give the woman before her a delicate sniff and a sweet lick to the hand. "Vaelya, this is Mizeath," she started as she waved her hand at the dragonet, "Mizeath, this is my good friend Vaelya."