07.Feb.13, 03:22 AM
D'ren watched with curiosity as R'ana picked the object up from the floor and began making her preparations to work on it. It looks like you're getting a new toy he said with some amusement to Ronarth, whose mood seemed brightened by the news. I haven't had a toy in a long time Ronarth said, mellow and somewhat embarrassed after his outburst. More than anything, he was tired. The aging bronze dragon, once filled with limitless energy and unrestrained positivity, had become somewhat subdued since this business began.
D'ren made a silent effort to comfort him and looked back to R'ana. "That sounds like Ronarth. His feelings get hurt pretty easily," he muttered, shaking his head a bit. Ronarth really was like a hatching sometimes, but he had provided endless hour of comfort over the turns. D'ren would already be gray and perhaps dead without that sweet dragon to lighten his load here and there.
He lifted a brow at her next question. "The window? It has more to do with privacy than anything," he said patiently. "And the bright light bothers me, so it's just as well. Ronarth spends much of his time asleep since the incident." Ronarth had really hurt himself trying to take the building down. It was days before the poor dragon got any proper care, and ever since then he'd been lacking in energy. D'ren worried for him, but he imagined the lethargy had more to do with his own condition than with the since-healed wounds.
D'ren soon directed his attention to the healer instead. He quietly requested some pain medicine and watched as the woman bustled off to fetch them. D'ren sighed. "I suppose you called her?" he asked once the woman was gone. "I appreciate it. Tsuen has frightened many of them out of giving me anything extra for my throat and stomach...She's convinced that they're trying to kill me with 'too much medicine'." He tried to keep his tone even and pleasant, but his skepticism showed through.
D'ren made a silent effort to comfort him and looked back to R'ana. "That sounds like Ronarth. His feelings get hurt pretty easily," he muttered, shaking his head a bit. Ronarth really was like a hatching sometimes, but he had provided endless hour of comfort over the turns. D'ren would already be gray and perhaps dead without that sweet dragon to lighten his load here and there.
He lifted a brow at her next question. "The window? It has more to do with privacy than anything," he said patiently. "And the bright light bothers me, so it's just as well. Ronarth spends much of his time asleep since the incident." Ronarth had really hurt himself trying to take the building down. It was days before the poor dragon got any proper care, and ever since then he'd been lacking in energy. D'ren worried for him, but he imagined the lethargy had more to do with his own condition than with the since-healed wounds.
D'ren soon directed his attention to the healer instead. He quietly requested some pain medicine and watched as the woman bustled off to fetch them. D'ren sighed. "I suppose you called her?" he asked once the woman was gone. "I appreciate it. Tsuen has frightened many of them out of giving me anything extra for my throat and stomach...She's convinced that they're trying to kill me with 'too much medicine'." He tried to keep his tone even and pleasant, but his skepticism showed through.