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04.Dec.13, 08:42 AM
T'lian was horribly endearing when he was babbling, S'cer realized, watching it all unfold before his eyes with a small, private smile threatening to spread across his face. He had never seen the Healer so unsettled, though this was probably due to his own reticence to socialize in his Candidacy, and it was an entirely different experience. T'lian had always been the smartest one in the room, and now he struggled to be a good dragonrider? It was amusing that there was one thing that S'cer could best the Healer in.
And when T'lian smiled, awkward but genuine, S'cer liked that best of all. T'lian's smiles were rare, and S'cer had never been on the receiving end of one; he grinned back, ducking his head as he--not thinking--swiped his hand through his hair. At least it had been the clean hand! His damp hair stuck up in unruly tufts, the less-than-orderly appearence and the easy smile serving to make him look considerably less sour and more his age.
"Of course you are, T'lian. Do I need to swoon to prove it?" S'cer fluttered his eyelashes, trying for an imitation of a love-struck girl, and laughed. "Don't worry--I'll come rescue you next time if that'll make you feel better." A greenrider rescuing a brownrider was preposterous, especially with Quelseth's illness, but it was the thought that counted.
T'lian is nice enough. I think he has a nice smile.
There was an amused cast to her quiet voice, and S'cer wasn't quite sure what she was hinting at. "Quelseth says hello, by-the-by, and recommends that you smile more." He shrugged, knowing that the green was often making off-hand remarks and figuring that she wouldn't be too embarrassed that he chose to share them with T'lian.
"Why are you out here if you aren't good at flying, hm? Feeding time?" S'cer shot Khaduceth a look, remembering how the the first time he had willingly touched a dragon, it had been the brown. Typically the dragons just went to feed on their own, but perhaps T'lian had wanted a change of scenery?
And when T'lian smiled, awkward but genuine, S'cer liked that best of all. T'lian's smiles were rare, and S'cer had never been on the receiving end of one; he grinned back, ducking his head as he--not thinking--swiped his hand through his hair. At least it had been the clean hand! His damp hair stuck up in unruly tufts, the less-than-orderly appearence and the easy smile serving to make him look considerably less sour and more his age.
"Of course you are, T'lian. Do I need to swoon to prove it?" S'cer fluttered his eyelashes, trying for an imitation of a love-struck girl, and laughed. "Don't worry--I'll come rescue you next time if that'll make you feel better." A greenrider rescuing a brownrider was preposterous, especially with Quelseth's illness, but it was the thought that counted.
There was an amused cast to her quiet voice, and S'cer wasn't quite sure what she was hinting at. "Quelseth says hello, by-the-by, and recommends that you smile more." He shrugged, knowing that the green was often making off-hand remarks and figuring that she wouldn't be too embarrassed that he chose to share them with T'lian.
"Why are you out here if you aren't good at flying, hm? Feeding time?" S'cer shot Khaduceth a look, remembering how the the first time he had willingly touched a dragon, it had been the brown. Typically the dragons just went to feed on their own, but perhaps T'lian had wanted a change of scenery?
