Unexpectedly Pleasant Company [Kahleena]

N'kal hadn't been paying attention t much around him, he was seated there watching Torath amuse himself in the water. If he hadn't been born a dragon, the great beast might have been born a fish instead. He was currently watching him glide smoothly through the water then barrel roll and swing back around the way he came. He felt the dragon before he ever turned to look at her, felt the rush of air as she fanned her wings to land, luckily she had landed a ways away so any sand that kicked up with the wind did not assault him to badly, not that he really would have cared. He hadn't planned on paying the new arrival any attention until he heard the voice of a woman scolding her dragon. He turned his head slightly, slightly surprised to see that it was the young queen and her rider. He didn't remember her name as he tended to avoid golds at all costs, they were too far up the ranks for the likes of N'kal, even if he was a bronzerider. Ever so often he would get caught in flight lust as Torath would try and chase a queen down, fast as he was he usually came in second or third. N'kal usually did everything in his limited power to keep Torath from chasing golds, greens he didn't mind so much.

He watched the gold and her rider for another moment then watched as she went bounding off into the water, spashing all the way, reminding his of how Torath could occasionally still be about swimming. Torath, having just resurfaced moments before the gold hit the water, was mesmerized by the young gold, N'kal could feel his attraction to the dragons like a rock to the head. 'Knock it off....", he poked at Torath, and though he thought for sure he would be ignored, Torath answered. She has grown into a fine young queen, I would be a fool of a green if I did not take notice. Her rider is pretty as well... 'Bah! You can't even see her so hush!', he responded, amused slightly. He really didn't care one way or the other if she was pretty or not. What did he want with a gold rider? S'kef, if he remained in charge, would get his hands on her and use her to his own advantage, most likely to replace Tsuen. The thought made him grumpy for a fleeting moment, no one deserved to be used, least of all by S'kef, until the young rider looked at him in all but shock. His left brow rose high as she dipped down into a curtsy, causing him to look behind him to see if S'kef or someone of importance had walked up behind him. When he found no one he looked back at the girl as she rattled off some nonsense about interrupting him. Be nice.., Torath warned him gently as he crooned low at the gold.
Greetings beautiful young queen!, he said in greeting to Okalinath, pleasant yet respectful in his tone as her rank demanded.

N'kal glanced in Torath's direction, watching the great brute puff himself up in a manner of speaking, looking as regal as a bronze could given that he was swimming rather then flying or walking. His eyes swirled violet and blue as he lazily swan past the smaller dragon. He looked back at the girl and have a bit of a grunt, shrugging his tanned shoulders. "What could you possibly be interrupting girl? And don't be doin' all that...fussy, girlie, formality stuff. I am no one important to be...what do ya call it? When you women do that..dip..thing? He looked her over again, she was a tiny thing, with lots of hair, tinted cheeks, wringing her hands together like she was about to be lashed for something. She hadn't returned her gaze to his since she went all formal on him and he kind of felt bad for the gruffness of his tone. "C'mon now", he said, much more gently, and moving some of his things to his other side, gave the ground a pat. "Relax yourself little gold rider, no one sittin' here is goin' to hurt you. You have a fine dragon, Okalinath, you said her name was?", he offered in way of conversation. He didn't deal with women much anymore, he had become to gruff for most to deal with, though he could be easier when he tried. This girl was already a wreck and all her dragon had done was land near him, what were they doing to these poor candidates, to have her so anxious. He supposed talking about her dragon would be a way to relax her somewhat rider didn't love talking about their dragon?

Torath, paying little attention to his rider's interaction, was treading water near Okalinath, feeling quite full of himself, which was amusing to N'kal once he felt his crazy dragons emotions. Torath crooned at Okalinath, and said, I am Torath, and I feel terrible for having never spoken with you before. Would the gentle queen forgive such a rude bronze? N'kal felt like he was going to be ill when he heard Torath, flirting he supposed, with the gold. Just what he needed, a love struck dragon, and he already knew there was going to be hell to pay with she was ready to fly. He looked back at the girl, she was probably less then half his age just by looking at her, and seemingly terrified of the world, or at least of him for whatever reason. "Well come sit down already...you'll make my neck hurt havin' to look up at you constantly. May as well get comfortable anyway...Torath has taken a liking to her already. Rotten beast....", he offered her a gentle half smile then. I am not rotten!, Torath fussed at him good naturedly, in far to good a mood to be bothered by his grumpy rider. N'kal huffed and turned to watch him again. 'Spoiled rotten...', was all he replied. It did not surprise N'kal at all when Torath supplied, As I should be!, then went back to paying attention to Okalinath, leaving his rider to fend for himself with her rider.