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12.Apr.14, 11:57 AM
Peorray waited patiently while the bluerider collected himself. It wasn't always easy to express what one wanted to say, especially when someone was there waiting on you to spit it out already. She did did look a bit alarmed when the boy choked a bit on the deep breath he took, but relaxed when his blue crooned. No dragon would be just sitting there if his rider was truly in trouble.
She smiled a bit as the boy spoke, hoping he took it as relief that he hadn't been hurt. In truth, she was rather charmed by how much he reminded her of Wydrith when the gold had to interact with others. Not that it was funny, but it did have the effect of making her feel protective of the young man, like she ought to stand between him and the rest of the world like she did for her own dragon.
Wydrith made a short noise of alarm and backed up a few steps when T'bia turned his gaze on her, touching on one of her deepest and longest-held terrors (the eyes! those hungry eyes!). But between Peorray's still-steady presence in front of her and Jycenth's easy greeting, the gold's trembling ceased and relaxed enough to return the blue's croon, grateful that the blue wasn't expecting her to chat. She might like listening to others, but she was never easy with the idea of contributing herself. She wasn't especially charming or quick-witted and the expectation that she ought to be was very stressful.
She wasn't sure how to react to the boy's statement, but the pleased feeling from Peorray was enough to endear the boy to her. She liked those who made her rider happy, especially since the child had died. Such feelings had been harder to come by, then.
"Thank you." Peorray did let her amusement show now. "Not many people say that. 'Course, she's still growing a bit, but it looks like she'll be one of the smaller golds. Your boy's not that much smaller, though. It's weird how that happens, isn't it?" She belatedly remembered the boy's 'yes', and spent a few moments mentally flailing to remember what question it had been connected to.
Listening was one of the things Wydrith was good at, and the dragon was quick to volunteer the information to her rider. He said something was wrong. What could be wrong, Peorray? Maybe we could help? The gold fidgeted slightly as her mind supplied her with a vast number of suggestions on what could go wrong, but given that Peorray and Jycenth showed no alarm, she shoved her worries back down for now.
"What's wrong?" Peorray tried to keep the question gentle and non-threatening, with no immediate offer of help to follow it. She didn't want to confuse the poor guy again if the message got muddled in his panic.
She smiled a bit as the boy spoke, hoping he took it as relief that he hadn't been hurt. In truth, she was rather charmed by how much he reminded her of Wydrith when the gold had to interact with others. Not that it was funny, but it did have the effect of making her feel protective of the young man, like she ought to stand between him and the rest of the world like she did for her own dragon.
Wydrith made a short noise of alarm and backed up a few steps when T'bia turned his gaze on her, touching on one of her deepest and longest-held terrors (the eyes! those hungry eyes!). But between Peorray's still-steady presence in front of her and Jycenth's easy greeting, the gold's trembling ceased and relaxed enough to return the blue's croon, grateful that the blue wasn't expecting her to chat. She might like listening to others, but she was never easy with the idea of contributing herself. She wasn't especially charming or quick-witted and the expectation that she ought to be was very stressful.
She wasn't sure how to react to the boy's statement, but the pleased feeling from Peorray was enough to endear the boy to her. She liked those who made her rider happy, especially since the child had died. Such feelings had been harder to come by, then.
"Thank you." Peorray did let her amusement show now. "Not many people say that. 'Course, she's still growing a bit, but it looks like she'll be one of the smaller golds. Your boy's not that much smaller, though. It's weird how that happens, isn't it?" She belatedly remembered the boy's 'yes', and spent a few moments mentally flailing to remember what question it had been connected to.
Listening was one of the things Wydrith was good at, and the dragon was quick to volunteer the information to her rider.
"What's wrong?" Peorray tried to keep the question gentle and non-threatening, with no immediate offer of help to follow it. She didn't want to confuse the poor guy again if the message got muddled in his panic.
