26.Jan.12, 01:44 AM
[LOL I totally forgot D'ren hated female riders. Sorry this took forever! >.<]
Par'a made a strange noise in her throat, her eyes crinkling with mirth. Chewing and eventually swallowing the large mouthful of food she laughed, shaking her wine glass at him. She paused for a moment, her eyebrows drawing together into a frown as she paused to think about what she was going to say.
Pell! SWIM! I want to swim! The lights weren't that interesting you know just some little wingless ones changing those things... what do you call them? Glows! Yes indeed those things... Grith interrupted her thoughts with a shriek, causing Par'a to physically jump in her seat.
"They're called weyrbrats! Weyrbrats, Grith!" Par'a chided her both mentally and aloud with a grumble. Her focus drew back to D'ren as she attempted to ignore the increasingly loud chattering of her dragon. Thankfully Ronarth saved Par'a having to endure the ceaseless noise focused at her for much longer, though Grith's next spout of words weren't exactly… kind.
…Ronarth? It was as if one could feel Grith narrowing her eyes and curling her lips back in distaste. What do you want? Shouldn't you be off catering to your pretty little Gold? Her voice was icy and dark, a sharp contrast to her previous bubbly and light tones.
Par'a rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers, sighing. "You'll have to pardon her… She doesn't like Bronzes," she said to D'ren. Standing up she disappeared with her glass for a minute or so, returning with a jug of rich red wine that was almost spilling over the edges it was so full. Setting her glass down she refilled it then placed the jug to the side but slightly closer to D'ren. Gesturing to it, she spoke, her voice much calmer and even than it had been earlier. "All work and no play is no way to live. What exactly are you doing anyway, there are no Holds to bother with here." While she waited for D'ren's reply she continued to eat, still in the same ravenous manner as if she hadn't eaten for months.
Par'a made a strange noise in her throat, her eyes crinkling with mirth. Chewing and eventually swallowing the large mouthful of food she laughed, shaking her wine glass at him. She paused for a moment, her eyebrows drawing together into a frown as she paused to think about what she was going to say.
Pell! SWIM! I want to swim! The lights weren't that interesting you know just some little wingless ones changing those things... what do you call them? Glows! Yes indeed those things... Grith interrupted her thoughts with a shriek, causing Par'a to physically jump in her seat.
"They're called weyrbrats! Weyrbrats, Grith!" Par'a chided her both mentally and aloud with a grumble. Her focus drew back to D'ren as she attempted to ignore the increasingly loud chattering of her dragon. Thankfully Ronarth saved Par'a having to endure the ceaseless noise focused at her for much longer, though Grith's next spout of words weren't exactly… kind.
…Ronarth? It was as if one could feel Grith narrowing her eyes and curling her lips back in distaste. What do you want? Shouldn't you be off catering to your pretty little Gold? Her voice was icy and dark, a sharp contrast to her previous bubbly and light tones.
Par'a rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers, sighing. "You'll have to pardon her… She doesn't like Bronzes," she said to D'ren. Standing up she disappeared with her glass for a minute or so, returning with a jug of rich red wine that was almost spilling over the edges it was so full. Setting her glass down she refilled it then placed the jug to the side but slightly closer to D'ren. Gesturing to it, she spoke, her voice much calmer and even than it had been earlier. "All work and no play is no way to live. What exactly are you doing anyway, there are no Holds to bother with here." While she waited for D'ren's reply she continued to eat, still in the same ravenous manner as if she hadn't eaten for months.
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