30.Sep.19, 08:06 AM
Narinoa crouched down to be more on Erebuth’s level though he kept his hands to himself this time as the dragon did his shy routine. It was so dang cute that it was hard not to wrap his arms around the tiny blue and hug him forever but he managed to hold himself back. “Like B’kit said, we’ll still pop in, and I’ll even come purely for social calls if you want me to.”
At hearing Sh’ran come out, Narinoa’s smile faltered as he waited for Dyoricath to add his opinion on the subject and slowly turned to face the other blue pair when it didn’t come. “It is afternoon but it seems like it might be morning for some of us.” His smile returned as he greeted Sh’ran but he made it as innocent as possible and tried to sound like he wasn’t flirting—which was hard to do. He was very much like Sh’ran in that regard where flirting was second nature and just seemed to happen.
“Would you like your exam out in the sun as well, Dyoricath?” He wasn’t expecting an answer, knowing he was only ever spoken to in a loud shriek when the dragon didn’t like something being done during the exam but it never stopped Narinoa from trying. Or, honestly, it was more out of a habit to talk to his patient since his old ones in the form of horses never replied back. It was a bit odd at times having the dragons reply to his idle chit chat but it was nice as well. It really was pushing him toward the idea of trying to get in on the resurrection of the art of dragon healing.
At hearing Sh’ran come out, Narinoa’s smile faltered as he waited for Dyoricath to add his opinion on the subject and slowly turned to face the other blue pair when it didn’t come. “It is afternoon but it seems like it might be morning for some of us.” His smile returned as he greeted Sh’ran but he made it as innocent as possible and tried to sound like he wasn’t flirting—which was hard to do. He was very much like Sh’ran in that regard where flirting was second nature and just seemed to happen.
“Would you like your exam out in the sun as well, Dyoricath?” He wasn’t expecting an answer, knowing he was only ever spoken to in a loud shriek when the dragon didn’t like something being done during the exam but it never stopped Narinoa from trying. Or, honestly, it was more out of a habit to talk to his patient since his old ones in the form of horses never replied back. It was a bit odd at times having the dragons reply to his idle chit chat but it was nice as well. It really was pushing him toward the idea of trying to get in on the resurrection of the art of dragon healing.