03.Apr.13, 01:16 AM
Flights and the theoretical romance (or lack thereof) that occasionally went with them had never been something of huge consequence for T'rielle in his time as a weyrling. By the time he found himself on the Sands in front of a little green dragonet he hadn't exactly been a blushing virgin, so that first flight of Caxith's, beyond the unfamiliarity that flightlust brought into it, hadn't been of much consequence. A bluerider, he recalled, though he couldn't remember the name of the rider or the dragon. He was fairly certain that Caxith might have known the latter, at the very least, but she simply couldn't be assed to tell him, because there really was no reason for him to know. The past was passed, and all that.
"It's hard not to love them," he said, casting a fond glance at his own dragon, who had submerged herself up to her nostrils, wings fanned a bit away from her body under the water. "Even if they are insufferable know-it-alls." He raised his voice a little, directing the statement more at his dragon than the green weyrling.
I wonder where I got that habit from, hmm?
Pulled it out of your ass, I'd wager.
T'rielle was not oblivious to the fact that his dragon had yet to do more than look at the other green; she was not the type to initiate conversation without being prodded into it, and even then it was never a particularly smooth introduction. He didn't spend much time worrying about it; something of an attention whore, T'rielle never had an issue with being the sole recipient of his dragon's attention.Your emotions are showing, the green purred, amused.
I always have emotions. You just don't pay any attention.
Mmm. Yes, that must be it.
"It's hard not to love them," he said, casting a fond glance at his own dragon, who had submerged herself up to her nostrils, wings fanned a bit away from her body under the water. "Even if they are insufferable know-it-alls." He raised his voice a little, directing the statement more at his dragon than the green weyrling.
Pulled it out of your ass, I'd wager.
T'rielle was not oblivious to the fact that his dragon had yet to do more than look at the other green; she was not the type to initiate conversation without being prodded into it, and even then it was never a particularly smooth introduction. He didn't spend much time worrying about it; something of an attention whore, T'rielle never had an issue with being the sole recipient of his dragon's attention.
I always have emotions. You just don't pay any attention.