21.Jan.12, 06:17 PM
D'ren noticed the girl's strange behavior and suppressed a chuckle. "I'm guessing he talked to you?" he inquired. That was perfectly in character for Ronarth, who was perhaps the friendliest dragon D'ren had ever heard of. Ronarth often spoke to people, and indeed D'ren met a lot of new faces smoothing over the chaos that was left in the bronze's wake when he decided to do just that. "He chats with people all the time. Most of the time behind my back," he said, accepting the cup and nodding slowly.
"All right. Thank you," he said, taking the first sip and pausing to analyze the flavor. Strong stuff! He could see why drinking it quickly would be a bad idea. He leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, taking a moment for his stomach to settle before taking another sip. "Thank you for what, if I may ask?" he said. He kept an eye on the glass, watching as Ronarth impatiently hovered outside, his eyes flickering in all sorts of colors. He was still anxious, but his unrest was slowly fading away as he realized that D'ren was going to be just fine.
Now, the bronze was getting curious. He nosed the window again, rubbing off some of the fog produced by his own breath. I can talk he helpfully informed Lymsleia, who'd seemed so very startled the first time! He pressed the window yet again, producing a creaking sound.
D'ren's head snapped in that direction. "Ronarth! Stop!" he said, like a disappointed father scolding a child. Ronarth's disappointed croon was audible even inside. D'ren shook his head. "I'm sorry again. I can't have him wrecking the place, though." He casually looked back to the young healer. "...If you'd like, though, you can come outside and take a look at him in a moment." He smiled a little. She was looking at you awfully excitedly he said to his dragon.
Ronarth immediately cheered up. He loved attention.
"All right. Thank you," he said, taking the first sip and pausing to analyze the flavor. Strong stuff! He could see why drinking it quickly would be a bad idea. He leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, taking a moment for his stomach to settle before taking another sip. "Thank you for what, if I may ask?" he said. He kept an eye on the glass, watching as Ronarth impatiently hovered outside, his eyes flickering in all sorts of colors. He was still anxious, but his unrest was slowly fading away as he realized that D'ren was going to be just fine.
Now, the bronze was getting curious. He nosed the window again, rubbing off some of the fog produced by his own breath. I can talk he helpfully informed Lymsleia, who'd seemed so very startled the first time! He pressed the window yet again, producing a creaking sound.
D'ren's head snapped in that direction. "Ronarth! Stop!" he said, like a disappointed father scolding a child. Ronarth's disappointed croon was audible even inside. D'ren shook his head. "I'm sorry again. I can't have him wrecking the place, though." He casually looked back to the young healer. "...If you'd like, though, you can come outside and take a look at him in a moment." He smiled a little. She was looking at you awfully excitedly he said to his dragon.
Ronarth immediately cheered up. He loved attention.