But you told me you'd be here! That's virtually an invitation, isn't it? Korutath rumbled worriedly as he sidled closer to his own rider, who cast him a dark look. You planned this. Of course you did. The bronze, of course, ignored him. Oh! I get it. You're playing innocent, rig--oops! The bronze looked guiltily at the sapling his tail had just knocked over in his excitement--he never had grown into his adult body properly. At that, he sat back on his haunches, though his talons continued to knead the ground (mostly rock) below him and his tail waved back and forth in a distinctly feline manner.
At M'din's greeting L'varl turned his quizzical gaze from his dragon to the brownrider, nodding in greeting. "Well met, then, M'din."
It's been forever since we left the Weyr just for fun, Korutath said to Armath, settled down ever so slightly now that he was sufficiently distracted by conversation. It was all getting quite boring, actually. Brief moment of concern over misunderstanding forgotten, Kortath was back to his bubbly, bordering-on-unbearable self. L'varl wasn't sure which he liked less--though let's be honest, he liked them both fine. He was just rebelling against the prospect of being hoodwinked by his dragon (again). Putting the effort forth to be civil, however, had been carved into his skull since childhood, and he couldn't just be an ass, particularly when M'din was being so friendly.
"Reading, I can relate to." Settling against a big rock not far from the log M'din returned to and crossing his arms, L'varl spared a moment to watch his dragon. "I was reading a lovely tale before adventure took hold and Korutath insisted it was past time for a trip to these mountains." He said, manaigng to quirk a grin and sound a lot more amused than he was actually feeling.
Korutath, of course, was still prattling on, though it had deteriorated to a commentary on the avian life that was gracing them with indignant flyovers. They were, apparently, near a raptor nest, and while the birds weren't suicidal, they were defensive enough to hover. Korutath was more amused than anything, taking the occasional snap at the birds who flew too low. He thought they were pretty, but he wasn't above taking advantage of a snack.
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