31.Aug.12, 08:02 AM
A'liran paused to appraise the little wall she'd constructed to protect her garden. The stones wouldn't balance any higher, huh? "Well, that's why you use wood," he explained cheekily, teasing but not cruel. He smirked at her, never imagining that he was fragile and could potentially take his light prodding more seriously than he intended. Were Astoreth present, she might have said something to that effect, but that was beside the point. A'liran reached out and poked gently at the top of the wall, watching as the unmortared stone wobbled at his touch.
"I think we could do something about that," he said casually, shrugging. He didn't have much to do, so why not? Of course, talking about making it and actually making it would be entirely different matters. "Why don't you ask the Weyrleader for some planks? It wouldn't be hard to put some points on the ends and make a fence," he said. Nails were a bit harder to come by, but there must be a way to work around it. Anything would be better than a tenuous pile of rocks!
He smiled at the next bit. "I don't really know, to be honest. She's a little on the serious side for a green, but I've never seen her complain about something beautiful." A'liran wasn't the sort of person who stopped to admire flowers very often, and he and Astoreth were far too similar in many regards. He was suddenly beset with an image of his green frolicking in a field of flowers, and it was so absurd that he laughed.
That got Astoreth's attention. She tuned in to the little fantasy and projected her amusement to her bonded. That's your idea vision of me, is it
No, A'liran said, but I don't think it would kill you to act like a lady once in a while.
So you assume that all ladies enjoy frolicking in flowers? the dragon replied, lofty and superior in her tone. A'liran laughed in her mind, unable to come up with an acceptable response. You stupid cow he accused lightly. What am I supposed to say to that?
Nothing she said, smug.
A'liran gave the sky an indignant look. He emerged from his conversation just in time to catch Aparicus' last comment, and he only knew one way to interpret it. He raised a brow. "Ast would love some oil," he said, pondering.
You'd smell just as pretty. Okay, he had to ask.
"Did you just hit on me?"
"I think we could do something about that," he said casually, shrugging. He didn't have much to do, so why not? Of course, talking about making it and actually making it would be entirely different matters. "Why don't you ask the Weyrleader for some planks? It wouldn't be hard to put some points on the ends and make a fence," he said. Nails were a bit harder to come by, but there must be a way to work around it. Anything would be better than a tenuous pile of rocks!
He smiled at the next bit. "I don't really know, to be honest. She's a little on the serious side for a green, but I've never seen her complain about something beautiful." A'liran wasn't the sort of person who stopped to admire flowers very often, and he and Astoreth were far too similar in many regards. He was suddenly beset with an image of his green frolicking in a field of flowers, and it was so absurd that he laughed.
That got Astoreth's attention. She tuned in to the little fantasy and projected her amusement to her bonded. That's your idea vision of me, is it
No, A'liran said, but I don't think it would kill you to act like a lady once in a while.
So you assume that all ladies enjoy frolicking in flowers? the dragon replied, lofty and superior in her tone. A'liran laughed in her mind, unable to come up with an acceptable response. You stupid cow he accused lightly. What am I supposed to say to that?
Nothing she said, smug.
A'liran gave the sky an indignant look. He emerged from his conversation just in time to catch Aparicus' last comment, and he only knew one way to interpret it. He raised a brow. "Ast would love some oil," he said, pondering.
You'd smell just as pretty. Okay, he had to ask.
"Did you just hit on me?"