07.May.22, 03:56 AM
A small sigh of exasperation pushed past Larnell’s lips, and his righthand fell away from where he’d been twirling a lock of hair as he read. His gaze shifted from the pages of his book, to frowning down at his cousin with furrowed eyebrows. There were elbows and legs everywhere and Larnell wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to extract himself from under Zoremet. “Zoremet!” Larnell grunted, his tone clearly exasperated, as he dropped the book on the floor beside his cot and wriggled around so he was lying on his back, his cousin now sprawled across him. Larnell sighed.
“Really?” Larnell asked, trying not to show his amusement at the idea of K’dar being angry about, well, anything that wasn’t directly related to someone insulting one of his family members. Larnell liked the bronzerider, and got along quite well with him he thought; they read together sometimes, exchanging books and stories and sitting in companionable silence. Larnell especially liked when they could snuggle up with K’dar’s bronze beastie and read while the dragon overlooked them (or napped, either or).
Rolling his eyes to himself, though the action was fond, Larnell relaxed into his pillow and idly stroked Zoremet’s hair as the younger squirmed before getting comfortable again. Larnell listened to his woes in silent amusement. He really didn’t think it likely K’dar was mad at Zoremet, and honestly couldn’t think of anything his fellow candidate could have done to upset the bronzerider. Larnell patted Zoremet on the head when he finally asked his last handful of questions, and considered for a moment how to reply.
“I have not,” Larnell said slowly, considering back to the last time he’d seen K’dar. It hadn’t been that long ago; they’d exchanged some books – which eh had been quite happily reading until Zoremet showed up – and the bronzerider had seemed fine to him. Not that they’d talked much, just a quick exchange and gone on their way, both (assumedly) eager to bury their noses in the new adventures. “Did you try sending him a note with Pip asking if he was upset?” Larnell asked reasonably, already quite sure he knew the answer.
“Really?” Larnell asked, trying not to show his amusement at the idea of K’dar being angry about, well, anything that wasn’t directly related to someone insulting one of his family members. Larnell liked the bronzerider, and got along quite well with him he thought; they read together sometimes, exchanging books and stories and sitting in companionable silence. Larnell especially liked when they could snuggle up with K’dar’s bronze beastie and read while the dragon overlooked them (or napped, either or).
Rolling his eyes to himself, though the action was fond, Larnell relaxed into his pillow and idly stroked Zoremet’s hair as the younger squirmed before getting comfortable again. Larnell listened to his woes in silent amusement. He really didn’t think it likely K’dar was mad at Zoremet, and honestly couldn’t think of anything his fellow candidate could have done to upset the bronzerider. Larnell patted Zoremet on the head when he finally asked his last handful of questions, and considered for a moment how to reply.
“I have not,” Larnell said slowly, considering back to the last time he’d seen K’dar. It hadn’t been that long ago; they’d exchanged some books – which eh had been quite happily reading until Zoremet showed up – and the bronzerider had seemed fine to him. Not that they’d talked much, just a quick exchange and gone on their way, both (assumedly) eager to bury their noses in the new adventures. “Did you try sending him a note with Pip asking if he was upset?” Larnell asked reasonably, already quite sure he knew the answer.