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17.Jun.13, 10:19 PM
"Well, I'm not going to argue with that." While T'rielle was never one to be overly self-conscious about his preferences (in friends or sexual partners), he generally did have the decorum to keep them to himself. A loose tongue was only good in certain situations (one of which this was not). He hadn't made a fool of himself yet, and likely wouldn't unless vast quantities of alcohol were involved--which was, honestly, entirely possible considering their current location. The greenrider listened to I'shan's tale of dastardly fire-lizards with a cocked head and a curve to his lip.
"They're certainly something else," he said, watching the bluerider's little moment with the fire-lizard. It was...well, cute. There was no other way to describe it. I'shan might be as dramatic as anyone, but there was definitely genuine affection for the miniature dragons that couldn't possibly be faked. T'rielle had never had a particular interest in having a fire-lizard, and certainly didn't have any intention of going hunting for a nest (that would take more of an attention span than he had, if we're being completely honest), but he did enjoy watching those that belonged to others. It was like...having the fun without the responsibility. Or something. Not that responsibility was ever at the top of his list (usually somewhere around the middle, actually), but living, breathing creatures tended to put a wrench in that (see: Caxith).
Chuclking at I'shan's estimation of Caxith's troublemaking, T'rielle shrugged. "It evens out, I guess. She--oof, easy!" He cut himself off with a yelp as he ducked automatically while simultaneously reaching for the bottle, even though it was obvious that his chances of actually catching it were negligible at best. If he'd been stone-cold sober, maybe he'd have been able to manage it, but his reaction was slow enough that by the time he thought to open his eyes and actually try to adjust to the trajectory of the bottle it was already in his hands (bounced off of them, more like), then slipping through his fingers--which sounded really dramatic, in hindsight--and to the floor, where it miraculously didn't shatter on impace. After a moment of wide-eyed silence spent staring down at the bottle he gave a short laugh, then looked up at I'shan. "Well, now we have to drink it."
"They're certainly something else," he said, watching the bluerider's little moment with the fire-lizard. It was...well, cute. There was no other way to describe it. I'shan might be as dramatic as anyone, but there was definitely genuine affection for the miniature dragons that couldn't possibly be faked. T'rielle had never had a particular interest in having a fire-lizard, and certainly didn't have any intention of going hunting for a nest (that would take more of an attention span than he had, if we're being completely honest), but he did enjoy watching those that belonged to others. It was like...having the fun without the responsibility. Or something. Not that responsibility was ever at the top of his list (usually somewhere around the middle, actually), but living, breathing creatures tended to put a wrench in that (see: Caxith).
Chuclking at I'shan's estimation of Caxith's troublemaking, T'rielle shrugged. "It evens out, I guess. She--oof, easy!" He cut himself off with a yelp as he ducked automatically while simultaneously reaching for the bottle, even though it was obvious that his chances of actually catching it were negligible at best. If he'd been stone-cold sober, maybe he'd have been able to manage it, but his reaction was slow enough that by the time he thought to open his eyes and actually try to adjust to the trajectory of the bottle it was already in his hands (bounced off of them, more like), then slipping through his fingers--which sounded really dramatic, in hindsight--and to the floor, where it miraculously didn't shatter on impace. After a moment of wide-eyed silence spent staring down at the bottle he gave a short laugh, then looked up at I'shan. "Well, now we have to drink it."
