27.Feb.12, 03:00 PM
Ah, Nirinath.
Ronarth let out a sad warble as his mate approached, landing with such difficult but still coming to his side so attentively. He couldn't imagine maneuvering about egg-heavy as she was! The bronze crooned and reached out to her, butting his head gently against her neck and nuzzling her with gratitude. Nirinath he sighed, trying his best to fold his wings into their proper places. Thankfully the sails weren't torn. What a disaster that would have been.
Ronarth wanted very badly to call out to D'ren, but he could already sense his partner's nightmares. The bronze was loathe to actually wake the man and whine about the situation when there was little D'ren could have actually done. What was he going to do, ride someone else's dragon up into the mountains and then walk back with him? There wasn't a dragon at Katila that could carry Ronarth either, and the one who came closest was already there with him.
I'm glad you're all right, Grith Ronarth said, turning his attention to the green. He could feel her sense of gratitude, but his typical enthusiasm and desire to be liked were taking a back seat to discomfort at the moment. He creeled a bit as he started to walk. I...couldn't just let you fall he said sheepishly. He was almost embarrassed to ask if Grith would forgive him for his color now.
Ronarth shivered a bit at Larrikith's snuffling. At least she was avoiding his wounds. I am he assured her lightly, though his tone and projected emotions indicated that he wasn't so sure.
He'd saved Grith, but he felt pretty bad about himself. The last time he'd been involved in a disaster this bad, he'd almost killed his rider. Let's go homethe normally spirited dragon said. I am very tired
Ronarth let out a sad warble as his mate approached, landing with such difficult but still coming to his side so attentively. He couldn't imagine maneuvering about egg-heavy as she was! The bronze crooned and reached out to her, butting his head gently against her neck and nuzzling her with gratitude. Nirinath he sighed, trying his best to fold his wings into their proper places. Thankfully the sails weren't torn. What a disaster that would have been.
Ronarth wanted very badly to call out to D'ren, but he could already sense his partner's nightmares. The bronze was loathe to actually wake the man and whine about the situation when there was little D'ren could have actually done. What was he going to do, ride someone else's dragon up into the mountains and then walk back with him? There wasn't a dragon at Katila that could carry Ronarth either, and the one who came closest was already there with him.
I'm glad you're all right, Grith Ronarth said, turning his attention to the green. He could feel her sense of gratitude, but his typical enthusiasm and desire to be liked were taking a back seat to discomfort at the moment. He creeled a bit as he started to walk. I...couldn't just let you fall he said sheepishly. He was almost embarrassed to ask if Grith would forgive him for his color now.
Ronarth shivered a bit at Larrikith's snuffling. At least she was avoiding his wounds. I am he assured her lightly, though his tone and projected emotions indicated that he wasn't so sure.
He'd saved Grith, but he felt pretty bad about himself. The last time he'd been involved in a disaster this bad, he'd almost killed his rider. Let's go homethe normally spirited dragon said. I am very tired