22.Apr.13, 12:32 AM
Ameris sputtered. Was he serious? Cracked? The questions that shot from his mouth were rather personal in nature and she fought to keep the irritation from her voice as she opened her mouth. And snapped it closed. She blinked at the redheaded man as she thought of an answer that wouldn't involve smacking him in the head. He didn't seem to mean anything by it though she could be wrong. "Rislan.. Rislan is the product of flight lust," she said as she shook her head, "His father wasn't mean and his father doesn't know."
Fingers? Rislan had her dark eyes and wide mouth and Oahvakeen focused on his fingers. Rislan still had baby fat wrapped around his little hands but she had no doubt that when he grew he would have the long slender fingers she did. "Rislan is still a baby, Oahvakeen. He's only 2 turns, he's got some time to grow into his um.. Fingers," she said.
The next words that came from him brought as quiet gasp from her throat. What kind of person would rather send a dragon between then impress. She was a candidate. She would impress. Someday anyway. She hoped. As much as she disliked her father, the bond the brownrider had with his dragon was enough to sell Ameris on the idea of impression from the time she was small. "How could you say such a thing?" she said a bit harshly, "A candidate and you'd wish a dragon's death?" She didn't understand how a candidate would rather have a pet rock - a damned rock! - over the life long companionship of another being.
Fingers? Rislan had her dark eyes and wide mouth and Oahvakeen focused on his fingers. Rislan still had baby fat wrapped around his little hands but she had no doubt that when he grew he would have the long slender fingers she did. "Rislan is still a baby, Oahvakeen. He's only 2 turns, he's got some time to grow into his um.. Fingers," she said.
The next words that came from him brought as quiet gasp from her throat. What kind of person would rather send a dragon between then impress. She was a candidate. She would impress. Someday anyway. She hoped. As much as she disliked her father, the bond the brownrider had with his dragon was enough to sell Ameris on the idea of impression from the time she was small. "How could you say such a thing?" she said a bit harshly, "A candidate and you'd wish a dragon's death?" She didn't understand how a candidate would rather have a pet rock - a damned rock! - over the life long companionship of another being.