29.Apr.18, 02:50 AM
F’drel couldn’t recall seeing Tesamyth’s hatching; Halomirth was early to hatch, and even before that he hadn’t been paying much attention the the gold egg. He wasn’t going to Impress gold, so why look fuss about it? And once Miri had hatched he cared little for anything else in the area. Still, he wasn’t sure that ‘I don’t remember when your dragon hatched because golds have never been super important to my life’ was something to say will the gold in question was very much present, so F’drel settled for a noncommittal shrug.
Returning from the water, he nodded at Ambrya’s thanks and set about tying his boots together so he could sling them over his shoulder. “They’ll certainly know we’ve been to the beach.” He replied laughing. F’drel wasn’t really sure what else people might think. Stopped in at a fish market stall in one of the Holds? That scent probably clung for a while.
“Sounds good. You weren’t finished telling me what you were thinking of doing with the shells, if you want to keep talking about that?” He asked, prompting Ambrya to continue their earlier topic of conversation as they resumed walking, though F’drel did check that Scarlet was behaving herself every so often. She was so far, it seemed. Perhaps she had tired herself out fishing and would be content to rest on Ambrya’s shoulder for a while. Gradually he paid less attention to the firelizard and put more of his focus into the conversation, which, to his surprise, he was enjoying. F’drel didn’t generally ‘get along’ with the riders of metallic dragons, so to speak. He tended to be a bit to worried about what they might do. But it wasn’t like that with Ambrya so much. Perhaps because she was so young? Or maybe she reminded him of one of his sisters. Worrying over it was a waste of a nice walk and conversation, so F’drel decided to push it aside for now and continue discussing shells, dragons, and the antics of firelizards.
Halomirth watched the riders walking for a minute before deciding the drama was over, F’drel was fine, and she could go back to having fun.
Let’s go back in deeper. She said, butting her head against Tesamyth’s shoulder, not exactly carefully but not enough to really hurt either of them. They seem to have sorted things, so we can play.
Returning from the water, he nodded at Ambrya’s thanks and set about tying his boots together so he could sling them over his shoulder. “They’ll certainly know we’ve been to the beach.” He replied laughing. F’drel wasn’t really sure what else people might think. Stopped in at a fish market stall in one of the Holds? That scent probably clung for a while.
“Sounds good. You weren’t finished telling me what you were thinking of doing with the shells, if you want to keep talking about that?” He asked, prompting Ambrya to continue their earlier topic of conversation as they resumed walking, though F’drel did check that Scarlet was behaving herself every so often. She was so far, it seemed. Perhaps she had tired herself out fishing and would be content to rest on Ambrya’s shoulder for a while. Gradually he paid less attention to the firelizard and put more of his focus into the conversation, which, to his surprise, he was enjoying. F’drel didn’t generally ‘get along’ with the riders of metallic dragons, so to speak. He tended to be a bit to worried about what they might do. But it wasn’t like that with Ambrya so much. Perhaps because she was so young? Or maybe she reminded him of one of his sisters. Worrying over it was a waste of a nice walk and conversation, so F’drel decided to push it aside for now and continue discussing shells, dragons, and the antics of firelizards.
Halomirth watched the riders walking for a minute before deciding the drama was over, F’drel was fine, and she could go back to having fun.
Let’s go back in deeper. She said, butting her head against Tesamyth’s shoulder, not exactly carefully but not enough to really hurt either of them. They seem to have sorted things, so we can play.