20.Jul.19, 02:43 AM
What just happened?
T’ryn’s head was spinning as he tried to keep up with the idea of going to enjoy a bite to eat with Madiquel and the others to Mylorah now dragging him and Vaera over to see Syrendryth. His sister knew how his dragon was, why did she think he’d be the perfect dragon to meet? And why only offer it to Vaera? She was up to something and he didn’t think he was awake enough for it.
“Um, sure? He’s not really social but he’s not going to bite either,” T’ryn winced at his own words, realising that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to joke about such things to someone that likely didn’t know much about dragons and was also in Healer Hall where they likely heard all about the horrible Hatchings of late. “I mean, dragons are friendly and some might grumble or make like they would, but they definitely wouldn’t.” Unless they were a rabid hatchling or if there rider was in mortal danger and needed defending, but again, that didn’t need to be pointed out.
Really? Do I look like a climbing apparatus here for their amusement? Your sister is falling rapidly down my list of people I tolerate, just so you’re aware. Syrendryth grumbled as he turned his head to watch their approach. T’ryn laughed nervously and offered an apology to the beast. You know how she is so you can hardly blame me. Besides, it’s not going to harm you to play nice for once. Aren’t you always saying we’re better than everyone? Show them how we treat Holders and how we can earn their respect and have them as allies for your grand scheme of running everything. T’ryn barely refrained from rolling his eyes as he bickered with the pain in his head, trying to appease the dragon that was sitting up and putting on a regal display.
T’ryn sighed, shaking his hand free of Mylorah’s and waved at the dragon. “This is Syrendryth. He’ll be six in two weeks and he’s one of the largest dragons currently. Which is kind of cool but also a pain when it comes time to bathe and oil him.” He wondered if he was supposed to brag about winning two out of the three Flights they had entered to show off how great Syrendryth was but T’ryn felt that was a bit too much information and a bit awkward. No doubt some riders would do it but that just wasn’t his thing.
He did, however, offer his hand to Vaera as Mylorah let go and gave her a little nudge to walk closer. “Here, I’ll show you where his favourite spot to be scratched is by the head knobs and help you up if you do want to sit atop him.” He glared at Mylorah when she suggested they go for a flight later, wondering why she was pushing so hard for him to spend time with Vaera. Yes she was cute and so far polite and probably very nice but he’d known her all of ten minutes. But as Syrendryth dutifully lowered his head to be used for demonstrations of the perfect scratches, T’ryn nodded and smiled anyway, not seeing the harm in it.
T’ryn’s head was spinning as he tried to keep up with the idea of going to enjoy a bite to eat with Madiquel and the others to Mylorah now dragging him and Vaera over to see Syrendryth. His sister knew how his dragon was, why did she think he’d be the perfect dragon to meet? And why only offer it to Vaera? She was up to something and he didn’t think he was awake enough for it.
“Um, sure? He’s not really social but he’s not going to bite either,” T’ryn winced at his own words, realising that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to joke about such things to someone that likely didn’t know much about dragons and was also in Healer Hall where they likely heard all about the horrible Hatchings of late. “I mean, dragons are friendly and some might grumble or make like they would, but they definitely wouldn’t.” Unless they were a rabid hatchling or if there rider was in mortal danger and needed defending, but again, that didn’t need to be pointed out.
T’ryn sighed, shaking his hand free of Mylorah’s and waved at the dragon. “This is Syrendryth. He’ll be six in two weeks and he’s one of the largest dragons currently. Which is kind of cool but also a pain when it comes time to bathe and oil him.” He wondered if he was supposed to brag about winning two out of the three Flights they had entered to show off how great Syrendryth was but T’ryn felt that was a bit too much information and a bit awkward. No doubt some riders would do it but that just wasn’t his thing.
He did, however, offer his hand to Vaera as Mylorah let go and gave her a little nudge to walk closer. “Here, I’ll show you where his favourite spot to be scratched is by the head knobs and help you up if you do want to sit atop him.” He glared at Mylorah when she suggested they go for a flight later, wondering why she was pushing so hard for him to spend time with Vaera. Yes she was cute and so far polite and probably very nice but he’d known her all of ten minutes. But as Syrendryth dutifully lowered his head to be used for demonstrations of the perfect scratches, T’ryn nodded and smiled anyway, not seeing the harm in it.