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24.May.13, 06:56 PM
Armath repeated his question to his rider, Why are dragons colored by gender? Why can't a gold be a male or a blue be a female? He watched Korutath join in his revolutions, glad to have a companion who didn't immediately disregard his curiosities. He always had plenty to ask.
M'din cracked his knuckles, considering the ramifications of flights and clutching. If a bronze could be a girl, could it lay eggs? If a brown were female, would it be as large? Standing would be completely blind: it would be impossible to guess the gender of an egg before it hatched. M'din's Weyrlingmaster at Fort used to brag that he could always tell what color (and sex, by proxy) a dragonet would be based only on its egg shell, and he'd been completely accurate in Armath's clutch of twelve. No idea, buddy. Why can't human ladies grow a beard?
Some can, Armath quipped. M'din gave too much credit to the daintier sex of his species, but Armath was a facial hair connoisseur and there most certainly were women at Katila who fell into the category of bearded wonders. He chuckled with a whip of his tail.
Inspired by his inquisitive dragon, M'din turned to L'varl with a questioning look. The bronze rider appeared well-educated and intelligent (as most people did from M'din's perspective), and M'din appreciated his willingness to talk about something as trivial as fictional flit politics. He said, "This is a departure from our book chat, but Armath has a question and you seem like a good person to ask. Very knowledgeable and all." He inquired, scratching his chin, "Why do male dragons and fire lizards have to be bronze, brown, or blue? And girls have to be gold or green?"
Armath replied to Korutath as they circled overhead, pleased with his answer,Maybe so. I know I certainly find green and gold more appealing than any other colors. Let's be honest though, if I were female I'd be one stunning gold, don't you think? He crooned in a high pitched tone, mimicking the flirty greens at Katila, All the boys would be chasing me like, "Ooooh, Armaaaath, I want to watch you gorge." Pulling upright with a trumpet, he rose higher and spread his wings in the sunlight, I'd be a beautiful queen.
M'din glanced to the other rider with a sheepish look, "Uh, I think they're talking about cross-dressing now- or would it be cross-hiding for a dragon?" He amended, stumbling, "Armath is talking about being a gold." He wondered how strange it would have been to Impress a green like his older brothers said he would. They'd mocked him mercilessly as a child for being emotional- womanly, they called it- and laughed that his sister had a better chance of a bronze Impression than he did. They were partially correct, he acceeded. M'din Impressed a brown and K'dra Impressed a blue from the same clutch. He smiled at the color subversion, knowing Armath lived to foil anyone antagonistic to his rider. He was a troll of a beast, and apparently had designs to be a queen as well.
M'din cracked his knuckles, considering the ramifications of flights and clutching. If a bronze could be a girl, could it lay eggs? If a brown were female, would it be as large? Standing would be completely blind: it would be impossible to guess the gender of an egg before it hatched. M'din's Weyrlingmaster at Fort used to brag that he could always tell what color (and sex, by proxy) a dragonet would be based only on its egg shell, and he'd been completely accurate in Armath's clutch of twelve. No idea, buddy. Why can't human ladies grow a beard?
Inspired by his inquisitive dragon, M'din turned to L'varl with a questioning look. The bronze rider appeared well-educated and intelligent (as most people did from M'din's perspective), and M'din appreciated his willingness to talk about something as trivial as fictional flit politics. He said, "This is a departure from our book chat, but Armath has a question and you seem like a good person to ask. Very knowledgeable and all." He inquired, scratching his chin, "Why do male dragons and fire lizards have to be bronze, brown, or blue? And girls have to be gold or green?"
Armath replied to Korutath as they circled overhead, pleased with his answer,
M'din glanced to the other rider with a sheepish look, "Uh, I think they're talking about cross-dressing now- or would it be cross-hiding for a dragon?" He amended, stumbling, "Armath is talking about being a gold." He wondered how strange it would have been to Impress a green like his older brothers said he would. They'd mocked him mercilessly as a child for being emotional- womanly, they called it- and laughed that his sister had a better chance of a bronze Impression than he did. They were partially correct, he acceeded. M'din Impressed a brown and K'dra Impressed a blue from the same clutch. He smiled at the color subversion, knowing Armath lived to foil anyone antagonistic to his rider. He was a troll of a beast, and apparently had designs to be a queen as well.
