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03.Jun.12, 03:57 PM
S’kef’s snarled reply was so expected that J’ver barely even heard it but humoured the man with the appropriate level of disgruntled wrinkling of his nose and a sideways glance to the brownrider. Despite knowing S’kef rather well and feeling fairly comfortable in their business relations, J’ver still had an underlying note of genuine fear that kept keen blue eyes keeping a careful watch for an outburst that could very well land him in far more pain than was preferred. If S’kef took pleasure in his displeasure, than J’ver would just have to make do.
However, the bark to sit down rankled and J’ver first eyed the children that seemed to be circling closer and then the brownrider before sweeping his gaze back over the enemy’s army. Was S’kef in league with the brats? Was this a setup for a trap that would see the fragile greenrider slowly torn apart first mentally and then likely bodily? That one child did seem rather round and had a gleam in his eye that said he enjoyed meat, lots of meat. J’ver visibly shuddered before slowly stepping back to the seat that had been indicated. He didn’t want to turn his back to the little wherries in disguise.
He sat in silence for a moment, watching B’jin try to ignore them and S’kef goad him all the same. Even that failed to pull J’ver out of his current defensive posture and frame of mind though when Rilaleeyth included him in a reply meant for Tyrrisath, he tilted his head to the side, intrigued. It seemed at least someone amongst their little group was on the ball and about to make things interesting.
Rilaleeyth didn’t answer Tyrrisath right away. It was a bit unusual for her to do hesitate in replying to the brown that knew her so well but normally he didn’t ask such things of her. Certainly he did have odd requests and she was always happy to oblige but they very rarely involved the risk of upsetting Larrikith. She was by no means friends with the little green but Rilaleeyth also didn’t want to risk becoming the focus of so much more hate than her tiny form should have been capable of producing! This, however, was just innocent fun with the child while the adults conversed and J’ver did seem interested in getting to B’jin without the adorable shield he kept a tight hold on.
I would be happy to help, Tyrrisath. Imorandii is a sweet child, just look at her babbling away with so much spirit! Unlike her rider, Rilaleeyth didn’t mind children and often found them to be adorable and so full of life. It was refreshing to be around since J’ver lacked in true friendships outside of S’kef and most dragons didn’t trust her enough to be open and themselves because of whom she had bonded with. But you should give her the invitation. You’re so much better with words than I am. She couldn’t possibly turn you down.
However, the bark to sit down rankled and J’ver first eyed the children that seemed to be circling closer and then the brownrider before sweeping his gaze back over the enemy’s army. Was S’kef in league with the brats? Was this a setup for a trap that would see the fragile greenrider slowly torn apart first mentally and then likely bodily? That one child did seem rather round and had a gleam in his eye that said he enjoyed meat, lots of meat. J’ver visibly shuddered before slowly stepping back to the seat that had been indicated. He didn’t want to turn his back to the little wherries in disguise.
He sat in silence for a moment, watching B’jin try to ignore them and S’kef goad him all the same. Even that failed to pull J’ver out of his current defensive posture and frame of mind though when Rilaleeyth included him in a reply meant for Tyrrisath, he tilted his head to the side, intrigued. It seemed at least someone amongst their little group was on the ball and about to make things interesting.
Rilaleeyth didn’t answer Tyrrisath right away. It was a bit unusual for her to do hesitate in replying to the brown that knew her so well but normally he didn’t ask such things of her. Certainly he did have odd requests and she was always happy to oblige but they very rarely involved the risk of upsetting Larrikith. She was by no means friends with the little green but Rilaleeyth also didn’t want to risk becoming the focus of so much more hate than her tiny form should have been capable of producing! This, however, was just innocent fun with the child while the adults conversed and J’ver did seem interested in getting to B’jin without the adorable shield he kept a tight hold on.
I would be happy to help, Tyrrisath. Imorandii is a sweet child, just look at her babbling away with so much spirit! Unlike her rider, Rilaleeyth didn’t mind children and often found them to be adorable and so full of life. It was refreshing to be around since J’ver lacked in true friendships outside of S’kef and most dragons didn’t trust her enough to be open and themselves because of whom she had bonded with. But you should give her the invitation. You’re so much better with words than I am. She couldn’t possibly turn you down.
