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17.Sep.12, 03:00 AM
Aparicus’ hands had flown to her mouth as the dragon knocked the man off his feet and proceeded to use him as a pillow. Braving a few steps forward, her eyes were wide and she couldn’t begin to explain the reassurance she felt when the man laughed and rubbed the dragon’s snout. If he was laughing, it meant it wasn’t hurt right? And laughing… that meant he wasn’t angry at the dragon.
They were playing.
The woman’s eyes danced as she smiled at the watchwher comment, thinking in her head that the dragon was far too beautiful to ever be compared to such an ugly, mean creature as a watchwher like the one that had been kept at the cothold only because it’d have been too much trouble to kill. Watching the man lean comfortably against his dragon, Aparicus couldn’t help but be envious. They were so comfortable together and happy. That, that was how life should always be for everyone. Comfortable, happy and no fear of pain or anger.
When the dragon stretched out her neck to sniff at Apari, she quickly put one hand on her hat to hold it on her head as the warm breath washed over her and shifted her skirts again. Even so, the smile on the woman’s face couldn’t be louder. It was times like this that the woman was glad (though not fully understanding as to why) her phobia only extended to human touch. She was not afraid to touch the little felines that wandered around the Weyr or even the mighty dragons when they were friendly. In fact, she enjoyed that touch very much – Probably because she lacked such touch in any other aspect of her carefully secluded life.
Reaching out her other hand gingerly, she let her finger tips run across the tip of the dragon’s muzzle lightly at first before spreading them more firmly and bringing down her second hand to caress the beautiful green hide. “A’liran is so lucky to have found such a partner.” She whispered only because her breath was caught at the softness of the hide. She’d never tire of its feel no matter how many dragon’s she greeted and caressed. Of course, with both hands exploring the dragon’s face, with her next exhale the wide brimmed, white hat went flying from the woman’s head and she blushed as she laughed, hesitating going after it just yet for not wanting to let go of the dragon. It’d not fly out of the garden, that was one good thing about the little, wobbly stone wall.
"If you ever need a second pair of hands to help wash her when the weather is warm, please let me know. I'd be more than willing to help, A'liran." Aparicus added, a bright smile turned toward the rider once more. While he had hit his dragon, he had never grown angry. And even though she had mistakenly flirted with him, he hadn't grown angry then either. A good man. A good patient man. Pern needed more of such men.
They were playing.
The woman’s eyes danced as she smiled at the watchwher comment, thinking in her head that the dragon was far too beautiful to ever be compared to such an ugly, mean creature as a watchwher like the one that had been kept at the cothold only because it’d have been too much trouble to kill. Watching the man lean comfortably against his dragon, Aparicus couldn’t help but be envious. They were so comfortable together and happy. That, that was how life should always be for everyone. Comfortable, happy and no fear of pain or anger.
When the dragon stretched out her neck to sniff at Apari, she quickly put one hand on her hat to hold it on her head as the warm breath washed over her and shifted her skirts again. Even so, the smile on the woman’s face couldn’t be louder. It was times like this that the woman was glad (though not fully understanding as to why) her phobia only extended to human touch. She was not afraid to touch the little felines that wandered around the Weyr or even the mighty dragons when they were friendly. In fact, she enjoyed that touch very much – Probably because she lacked such touch in any other aspect of her carefully secluded life.
Reaching out her other hand gingerly, she let her finger tips run across the tip of the dragon’s muzzle lightly at first before spreading them more firmly and bringing down her second hand to caress the beautiful green hide. “A’liran is so lucky to have found such a partner.” She whispered only because her breath was caught at the softness of the hide. She’d never tire of its feel no matter how many dragon’s she greeted and caressed. Of course, with both hands exploring the dragon’s face, with her next exhale the wide brimmed, white hat went flying from the woman’s head and she blushed as she laughed, hesitating going after it just yet for not wanting to let go of the dragon. It’d not fly out of the garden, that was one good thing about the little, wobbly stone wall.
"If you ever need a second pair of hands to help wash her when the weather is warm, please let me know. I'd be more than willing to help, A'liran." Aparicus added, a bright smile turned toward the rider once more. While he had hit his dragon, he had never grown angry. And even though she had mistakenly flirted with him, he hadn't grown angry then either. A good man. A good patient man. Pern needed more of such men.
