09.Aug.13, 11:02 PM
Peorray returned M'din's embrace without hesitation, thrilled to see the man. And Armath, of course. She couldn't wait to introduce them to Wydrith! The mention of her birthday threw her for a few moments, until she realized her weyrmate was right. In all the excitement of last night and this morning, she'd completely forgotten. She grinned a little wider at the thought that she and her dragon shared the same birthday.
Wydrith flinched a bit at the mention of her Hatching, a memory which seesawed for her between horror at all the watchers and elation at finding Peorray at last. Still, the brown seemed nice enough, had even complimented her. She wanted to be friendly, to dart forward and lick his cheek as Xyreith had done to her, but the gold hesitated. Was it allowed?
"Yes." Peorray told her dragon firmly. M'din could be counted on to be fairly tolerant in general, and if Armath could handle her son, he could take just about anything. His current behavior was was a bit odd, actually. She'd been expecting him to saunter onto the scene with that ever-present attitude and sense of humor she adored. Was there something wrong?
When M'din dropped to greet Wydrith, she crossed over to give the brown's shoulder an affectionate caress as she half-turned to keep the others in sight. "You guys probably remember more about the Hatching than we do, but we're glad you were there."
Between her rider's gesture and the clear affection in Peorray's mind for the pair, Wydrith felt safe in stepping forward to nuzzle M'din's hand -and then, more shyly and briefly, Armath's muzzle- in greeting. Peorray needed her to accept these two and so she could bring herself to be brave and trust them also, until she learned enough about them to like them for themselves.
Thank you. She told man and dragon, relieved to find such nice people after the earlier scare with the big gold. The little gold lay down beside M'din in a mirror of Armath's pose, tentatively nosing his hand as she projected a worldless sensation implying that a scratch behind her headknobs would feel good. I'm Wydrith. Peorray thinks you are fun and know a lot of games. Would you play them with me too? She looked hopefully from the brown to M'din and back.
Wydrith flinched a bit at the mention of her Hatching, a memory which seesawed for her between horror at all the watchers and elation at finding Peorray at last. Still, the brown seemed nice enough, had even complimented her. She wanted to be friendly, to dart forward and lick his cheek as Xyreith had done to her, but the gold hesitated. Was it allowed?
"Yes." Peorray told her dragon firmly. M'din could be counted on to be fairly tolerant in general, and if Armath could handle her son, he could take just about anything. His current behavior was was a bit odd, actually. She'd been expecting him to saunter onto the scene with that ever-present attitude and sense of humor she adored. Was there something wrong?
When M'din dropped to greet Wydrith, she crossed over to give the brown's shoulder an affectionate caress as she half-turned to keep the others in sight. "You guys probably remember more about the Hatching than we do, but we're glad you were there."
Between her rider's gesture and the clear affection in Peorray's mind for the pair, Wydrith felt safe in stepping forward to nuzzle M'din's hand -and then, more shyly and briefly, Armath's muzzle- in greeting. Peorray needed her to accept these two and so she could bring herself to be brave and trust them also, until she learned enough about them to like them for themselves.