05.Jul.22, 10:19 AM
"Gail seems to be a close friend," he levelled his best playful protective big brother look on Zelly. "It's been a while since I've had to talk to a boy about you. I might be out of practice but I'm willing to try." Her reaction was about what he expected and Lazerat grinned and planted a kiss to the top of her head--a gesture that was innocent enough after watching Zoremet and his siblings the day before. But the teasing dropped off as the focus shifted to the Hatching and Lazerat thought more about dragons.
Zory brought up some good points with how dragons were a constant companion and offered him the freedom to travel a lot more easily and swiftly and Lazerat chuckled at cuddling with them. Of course Zory would list that as a high point for having a dragon of his own but at least he had some in his life that let him be affectionate until he had his own. "Maybe," was the only answer he could give. As much as he wanted to leave his life behind, Lazerat knew he couldn't. He had never dreamed about having a dragon and didn't think he would start now. Some dreams and realities weren't meant for everyone.
"Maybe socks on your hands when you aren't busy, like with knitting," he replied absently before giving himself a mental slap to focus on the people with him and not get lost in his head. Seeing how cut up Zoremet truly was had Lazerat wincing and fully understanding why he needed blood. "I wish it hadn't been needed but I'm glad you and your brother are okay. I don't think our lives would be nearly as bright without you in it." But he truly did appreciate and understand the need to protect a sibling. Lazerat had done a lot over the years to keep Zelana safe from injury and even rumour. What did he care about his own reputation so long as hers was intact?
"Do I have scars? A few." They certainly weren't from heroic deeds like Zoremet's but like he said, they had stories all the same. "I have one on my calf from the early days of cliff diving. The water was choppier than I thought and I was bashed against some jagged rocks. I learned that wasn't a good spot for jumping." He couldn't show off that one given how they were all sitting but he could show his forearm and the faint line down it. "I got lucky. I was rock climbing and slipped. My clothing took most of the damage but a rock did still slice me and a Healer did a great job of stitching me up. I think I have a few freckles of scars scattered around from that fall as well but you really have to be looking for them."
And then he was grinning at his sister once more, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Do you want to tell the story about the last one? It is your embarrassing moment after all."
Zory brought up some good points with how dragons were a constant companion and offered him the freedom to travel a lot more easily and swiftly and Lazerat chuckled at cuddling with them. Of course Zory would list that as a high point for having a dragon of his own but at least he had some in his life that let him be affectionate until he had his own. "Maybe," was the only answer he could give. As much as he wanted to leave his life behind, Lazerat knew he couldn't. He had never dreamed about having a dragon and didn't think he would start now. Some dreams and realities weren't meant for everyone.
"Maybe socks on your hands when you aren't busy, like with knitting," he replied absently before giving himself a mental slap to focus on the people with him and not get lost in his head. Seeing how cut up Zoremet truly was had Lazerat wincing and fully understanding why he needed blood. "I wish it hadn't been needed but I'm glad you and your brother are okay. I don't think our lives would be nearly as bright without you in it." But he truly did appreciate and understand the need to protect a sibling. Lazerat had done a lot over the years to keep Zelana safe from injury and even rumour. What did he care about his own reputation so long as hers was intact?
"Do I have scars? A few." They certainly weren't from heroic deeds like Zoremet's but like he said, they had stories all the same. "I have one on my calf from the early days of cliff diving. The water was choppier than I thought and I was bashed against some jagged rocks. I learned that wasn't a good spot for jumping." He couldn't show off that one given how they were all sitting but he could show his forearm and the faint line down it. "I got lucky. I was rock climbing and slipped. My clothing took most of the damage but a rock did still slice me and a Healer did a great job of stitching me up. I think I have a few freckles of scars scattered around from that fall as well but you really have to be looking for them."
And then he was grinning at his sister once more, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Do you want to tell the story about the last one? It is your embarrassing moment after all."