05.May.13, 11:16 AM
Xyreith snorted out a laugh at S’kef proclaiming his dragon startled by a mere dog, the bronze lifting his head to give the brown a smug, self-satisfied expression that wasn’t the least bit represented in the way R’nya had his attention focused on the young man responsible for the mutt’s appearance. “It is well trained,” he spoke mildly and without any particular indication of whether the statement was a compliment on hard work, or a mocking insult on someone wasting their time and efforts on a dog that wouldn’t live two decades. Looks like a snack. Xyreith put in cheerfully, his good mood echoed in the malicious colours swirling through his contentedly sparkling eyes.
R’nya arched an eyebrow at Xyreith, glancing up at him sideways as he responded mentally with a dry remark about how bad wet dog smelled, never mind the implied taste. Xyreith just rumbled another laugh and poked R’nya with a single claw in the middle of his back, (Oil me. ) and waited expectantly as R’nya ignored him for the well-known three breaths before excusing himself quietly to collect oil and the large and well stained cloth. He wandered back quietly, and with very little ceremony dumped an entire jar of oil directly on top of Xyreith’s face, successfully startling his dragon.
“Whoops.”
Whoops my arse! “Did I startle you?” R’nya asked sweetly, smiling pure saccharin at his dragon. Xyreith’s lip curled, successfully allowing oil to get on his teeth, and into his mouth, and R’nya just watched with amusement as the bronze snorted angrily and turned to stalk down the beach to wash his mouth out, and rub the oil off his muzzle. Shaking his head, R’nya returned his attention pointedly to Terken, with a nod towards the canine still obediently sitting where he had left it. “I assume it does more than guard your possessions.” It was a statement, but the bronzerider was quite clearly inviting the young man to speak about his pet, if he wanted to.
Xyreith slinking back up the beach with a vicious look at Tyrrisath was regally ignored.
R’nya arched an eyebrow at Xyreith, glancing up at him sideways as he responded mentally with a dry remark about how bad wet dog smelled, never mind the implied taste. Xyreith just rumbled another laugh and poked R’nya with a single claw in the middle of his back, (
“Whoops.”
Xyreith slinking back up the beach with a vicious look at Tyrrisath was regally ignored.