09.Sep.12, 02:10 AM
Sanderon didn't have to look far to find the dragons, or at least one of them. After his squabble with I'shan, Ronarth relocated himself to the front of the building and stuck his head inside the door I'shan had left open, undoubtedly lured by the wonderful smells still wafting through the air. The bronze nosed one of the pots over right as Sanderon made his appearance, pinning it against the stove and snaking his forked tongue into it to lap at the leftovers.
When I'shan came up behind, carrying the tray precariously in both arms, he frowned. "Hey! What the shards are you doing?"
The bronze turned, eyes flashing a bright shade of yellow in response. He spoke for all to hear: Burning my tongue... He sounded amazingly disappointed at that fact. I'shan just puffed up, not unlike a prissy teenaged girl, and stomped his foot.
"Serves you right, you fat beast!" he said, his voice becoming impetuously high. He was impossible to take seriously like this, at least in Ronarth's estimation. I can't taste the food because it's so hot. You should make it less hot he suggested before pulling his neck back through the door. Then, he blinked a time or two and looked at Sanderon. My tongue hurts, but I am fine. How are you?
Ilveriath, meanwhile, walked up behind and coiled into a sitting position close by. I am fine as well he purred softly. I'shan mumbled about his food being stolen as he edged his way outside, walking a fair distance from the building and eventually coming to rest under a nice shaded tree. "Why I never...." he sighed as he walked past, mumbling something about people controlling their dragons.
Ilveriath was highly amused. He purred a bit, hanging back to accompany Sanderon on the walk, though for a dragon it was only a few strides. I'shan appears excitable, but he is quite thrilled at your acceptance he commented, almost poking fun at his erratic rider. His words, however, were laced with affection. While I'shan laid the food out, Ilveriath laid down close by, setting his head close so I'shan could pet him. When Ronarth attempted to do the same, I'shan wielded a spoon threateningly. "Go away! This is NOT for you!"
Ronarth sulked. Just a little?
"No!"
The bluerider sighed, composed himself, and looked to Sanderon again. "Anyhow...sorry about all of that," he said, managing a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Here, though. This is for you, so you get to make your plate first." He beamed. Hhe'd made way too much food for one person, but he honestly hadn't expected Sanderon to want to share.
When I'shan came up behind, carrying the tray precariously in both arms, he frowned. "Hey! What the shards are you doing?"
The bronze turned, eyes flashing a bright shade of yellow in response. He spoke for all to hear: Burning my tongue... He sounded amazingly disappointed at that fact. I'shan just puffed up, not unlike a prissy teenaged girl, and stomped his foot.
"Serves you right, you fat beast!" he said, his voice becoming impetuously high. He was impossible to take seriously like this, at least in Ronarth's estimation. I can't taste the food because it's so hot. You should make it less hot he suggested before pulling his neck back through the door. Then, he blinked a time or two and looked at Sanderon. My tongue hurts, but I am fine. How are you?
Ilveriath, meanwhile, walked up behind and coiled into a sitting position close by. I am fine as well he purred softly. I'shan mumbled about his food being stolen as he edged his way outside, walking a fair distance from the building and eventually coming to rest under a nice shaded tree. "Why I never...." he sighed as he walked past, mumbling something about people controlling their dragons.
Ilveriath was highly amused. He purred a bit, hanging back to accompany Sanderon on the walk, though for a dragon it was only a few strides. I'shan appears excitable, but he is quite thrilled at your acceptance he commented, almost poking fun at his erratic rider. His words, however, were laced with affection. While I'shan laid the food out, Ilveriath laid down close by, setting his head close so I'shan could pet him. When Ronarth attempted to do the same, I'shan wielded a spoon threateningly. "Go away! This is NOT for you!"
Ronarth sulked. Just a little?
"No!"
The bluerider sighed, composed himself, and looked to Sanderon again. "Anyhow...sorry about all of that," he said, managing a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Here, though. This is for you, so you get to make your plate first." He beamed. Hhe'd made way too much food for one person, but he honestly hadn't expected Sanderon to want to share.