[G] [P] 743.07.11 | Good Winners For Good Prizes

I'm sorry it's taking you so long to win your game, Malvayth said in a tone that indicated she wasn't very sorry at all. I can always see if Xyxyth's rider will help. Since Xyxyth was such a good winner he probably is too! Cazan truly, deeply hoped that her dragon had been keeping that commentary just between the two of them, however deep down in her gut she knew that was probably not actually the case, that she had just eagerly chirped that for anyone nearby to hear, especially the prize producing bronze that she'd played with.

It was not the first day they'd been here, and Mal had been delighted with how much he'd spoiled her, especially after she had shown off the eggs. Xyxyth brought her food, provided cuddles, and spent the rest of his time lounging lazily like a wall in front of the entrance to the Sands double checking before letting anyone in like a proper guard. So of course it made sense for her to try to offer some way to share in her magnificent co-winner with Cazan.

Too bad the goldrider was too busy covering her face with her hands as she tried to take deep and calming breaths and pretend that A'tay wasn't sitting next to her whittling something. You had a fun wrestle last time! "I know, Mal," she said with a frustrated groan because that was absolutely not the point at all. The gold dragon let out a sharp huff of breath through her nose before turning it up at her rider who was clearly in a cranky and jealous mood because she hadn't won yet.

So instead she turned to A'tay, studying what he was doing for a moment. You would be a good winner daddy right? It seemed an obvious answer to her, after all he was T'ryn's brother! And T'ryn was a great winner daddy, and her favorite. But since for some reason he wasn't allowed to win this time, it was probably Syrendryth's fault she suspected, then clearly A'tay would make a fine winner instead. Xyxyth wouldn't have a rider that wasn't a good winner.

Her curiosity was getting the better of her though so she also asked, What are you making?. She'd watched Cazan work plenty of times, but this was very different to how she made things. Caz eagerly latched onto the question as soon as she caught it and nodded. "I wouldn't mind knowing what you're making too. It looks interesting." Maybe if they just kept talking about that it would keep Mal too distracted to remember her other question.