04.Mar.18, 02:38 PM
D’hys smiled at the words of gratitude and small kiss he received but inside, he was cringing. He hated kissing as much as he did cuddling. It was far too intimate for his liking, though he did consider himself to be a rather good kisser when he had to be. It was hard to prey upon the kind-hearted souls he liked to bed and ditch when he was bored if he didn’t give them the little acts of affection they seemed so fond of. So far, F’drel was being categorized as one that would want constant cuddling, cute little surprise kisses, and probably hand holding.
“You’re probably right about Halomirth,” D’hys gave a light but genuine laugh as he flexed his fingers on the arm that had been starting to fall asleep before F’drel moved. “Zeianth likes visiting with friends old and new and is likely curled up right beside her and happy to stay there as long as she is.” It was one of his dragon’s weak points. They got along, naturally, and understood each other perfectly but Zeianth had a weakness for the more gentle dragons and liked to protect them and stay close. Really, he couldn’t fault Zeianth in the end; after all, D’hys had abandoned his own sisters in the North during the plague to keep his dragon safe and held a high level of respect for dragons, even green ones, though a vast majority of their riders were questionable.
“I’m not required back at Fort right away,” D’hys shrugged the shoulder currently not being used by F’drel, not worried about making R’nya wait or about the letter he promised to deliver, “and assuming this is your home and not someone else’s we’ve taken over… how long were you thinking of letting me stay?” His voice was light and teasing but he was actually curious as well.
“You’re probably right about Halomirth,” D’hys gave a light but genuine laugh as he flexed his fingers on the arm that had been starting to fall asleep before F’drel moved. “Zeianth likes visiting with friends old and new and is likely curled up right beside her and happy to stay there as long as she is.” It was one of his dragon’s weak points. They got along, naturally, and understood each other perfectly but Zeianth had a weakness for the more gentle dragons and liked to protect them and stay close. Really, he couldn’t fault Zeianth in the end; after all, D’hys had abandoned his own sisters in the North during the plague to keep his dragon safe and held a high level of respect for dragons, even green ones, though a vast majority of their riders were questionable.
“I’m not required back at Fort right away,” D’hys shrugged the shoulder currently not being used by F’drel, not worried about making R’nya wait or about the letter he promised to deliver, “and assuming this is your home and not someone else’s we’ve taken over… how long were you thinking of letting me stay?” His voice was light and teasing but he was actually curious as well.