23.Apr.13, 05:37 PM
When the child began making new sounds, his skin jumped in alarm. Was the child on fire? Had it been struck by lightning? What was the matter? He turned to see, and as he saw the child's expression, his worry faded. The kid was fine. He was just making different noises. He did seem to like the dirt he'd placed down, so he slowly brought over more fist-fulls of dirt, piling them beside the work of "art".
"Yeah, I'd like that. I always feel like I'm doing it wrong. "
"So a dragon is like a kid...", he pondered his own revelation after reflecting on Ameris' speech on dragon bonding and relationships. But a kid was like a pet. And he'd still have to care for it. It was a new side of things he hadn't thought of before. It made him doubt his standpoint, but couldn't do anything more than that.
"Oh, so you're from here and your dad was a dragon rider. ", he thought about it. It was interestingly enough, but, it just seemed like the end of a conversation. How would he respond to that? He gazed blankly at Ameris for some time. And then he turned his attention to the weyr in the backdrop. And then he turned and stared at the child, who seemed happy to 'dig dig big', shaping something in the sand that looked to him like a mutant bowel evacuation.
"Can we bury him?", he asked Ameris. He was out of ideas.
"Yeah, I'd like that. I always feel like I'm doing it wrong. "
"So a dragon is like a kid...", he pondered his own revelation after reflecting on Ameris' speech on dragon bonding and relationships. But a kid was like a pet. And he'd still have to care for it. It was a new side of things he hadn't thought of before. It made him doubt his standpoint, but couldn't do anything more than that.
"Oh, so you're from here and your dad was a dragon rider. ", he thought about it. It was interestingly enough, but, it just seemed like the end of a conversation. How would he respond to that? He gazed blankly at Ameris for some time. And then he turned his attention to the weyr in the backdrop. And then he turned and stared at the child, who seemed happy to 'dig dig big', shaping something in the sand that looked to him like a mutant bowel evacuation.
"Can we bury him?", he asked Ameris. He was out of ideas.