04.Jun.14, 09:32 PM
Ali noticed the hesitation and the very particular wording in her response. It sounded almost like she didn't want a Queen....fancy that. He silently wished her luck if that was the case, though. He didn't know her well enough to know her background and what her chances were, but Ali thought it was a damn shame that lady dragonriders seemed to fading into history. He'd almost given up the struggle, but he could sure give the girl a quiet nod and a well wish. If his hunch was right and she was hoping to attract a fighter, it was going to be a long, hard road for her.
Fuck the future. It looked worse and worse every day.
Now, he avoided a direct response to her strange little implications, but he had no problem being candid about Astoreth. "It was amazing," he said with a shrug and a catty grin. "I mean, every rider will tell you that. Everyone will say that it's the most amazing feeling you can imagine, and how it makes them feel whole...The whole perfect love thing," he said. He stretched a little and rolled his neck. It popped a bit. Felt good!
"...I'm telling you that no matter how tacky it sounds and how many times you hear it, well...it's absolutely true," he confessed. "...Ast has given me more trouble than you can imagine. Her flights are fun, but they're terrifying, and the assholes who win them usually leave me in pieces." He sneered a bit. Shards, he hated them! He hated them, but he loved leading them on. He loved feeling them close in. He loved trying to fight them off...and he loved failing! How could he even express this to her and make sense, though? He honestly wasn't sure.
He snorted in frustration and threw his hands up. He watched as the little green shot away and Lump awkwardly plodded after her. Bastard was unimpressed.
"...You call this flightlust?" he asked afterwards, laughing good-naturally. "If lizards make you itch, you're gonna burn once you get a dragon..." He couldn't even really sense the fire lizards' games beyond a slight little intuition. It was nothing. The conversation made him think of Ast's first flight, though. What a mess....
Fuck the future. It looked worse and worse every day.
Now, he avoided a direct response to her strange little implications, but he had no problem being candid about Astoreth. "It was amazing," he said with a shrug and a catty grin. "I mean, every rider will tell you that. Everyone will say that it's the most amazing feeling you can imagine, and how it makes them feel whole...The whole perfect love thing," he said. He stretched a little and rolled his neck. It popped a bit. Felt good!
"...I'm telling you that no matter how tacky it sounds and how many times you hear it, well...it's absolutely true," he confessed. "...Ast has given me more trouble than you can imagine. Her flights are fun, but they're terrifying, and the assholes who win them usually leave me in pieces." He sneered a bit. Shards, he hated them! He hated them, but he loved leading them on. He loved feeling them close in. He loved trying to fight them off...and he loved failing! How could he even express this to her and make sense, though? He honestly wasn't sure.
He snorted in frustration and threw his hands up. He watched as the little green shot away and Lump awkwardly plodded after her. Bastard was unimpressed.
"...You call this flightlust?" he asked afterwards, laughing good-naturally. "If lizards make you itch, you're gonna burn once you get a dragon..." He couldn't even really sense the fire lizards' games beyond a slight little intuition. It was nothing. The conversation made him think of Ast's first flight, though. What a mess....