The Northern Mountain Book Club [L'varl]

L'varl had been listening with bemusement to the half of the dragons' conversation he could hear; it didn't make much sense--none at all, actually, because they'd gone from talking about how silly birds were to why dragons were the colors they were without much of an apparent segue. He cast a quizzical look at M'din when the brownrider asked his question before looking to the dragons in the sky. If you start acting like some randy green I swear I'll stop speaking to you. Better to nip it in the bud, so to speak. I am no green! I'd make a better gold than Armath... The last part was muttered sullenly, for L'varl's metaphorical ears alone; he liked Armath, after all, and even if he was superior to the funny brown, he didn't need to broadcast it. Everyone already knew, after all. For such a friendly, and energetic dragon, Korutath certainly knew where he stood in the order of things. L'varl had taught him well enough in terms of broadcasting his apparent superiority for the world to witness, but that didn't help the bronzerider much. Not, of course, that he cared overmuch, since to be completely honest he shared much the same sentiment.

He was surprised, in fact, to find how at ease he was in M'din's presence. It wasn't all that different, he thought, to conversing with a fellow bronzerider; at least M'din and his dragon had the decency to touch on some...enlightening topics. "Well," he said, crossing his arms and adopting a classic 'thinking' posture, "I'd imagine Korutath has a point. He touched on the fact that female dragons are the ones who instigate mating rituals. I've read that birds and some mammals are the other way around, so naturally colors would be reversed as well. You have to admit, it's hard to miss a green or gold when she doesn't want to be missed."

Oh, yes! Korutath said, attention now firmly back on the brown. I think I'd rather stay a bronze, though. We have much more fun. It was a rather lame attempt at humor, but Korutath wasn't usually known for his sense of humor. He took things far too literally to be comfortable with saying something to someone else that could be mistaken for actual animosity rather than what it was. So he opted for taking things painfully literate and living a dull, humorless life in exchange. Except he made things funny in his attempts to avoid insulting others, so it all kind of evened out. Though I think that's more of a green. Golds are more...well, they're more gold! He would have done an impressive imitation, too, if his big pride hadn't gotten in the way. He settled for getting vast amounts of amusement out of watching Armath's antics instead.

If he was less of a hard-ass, L'varl might have facepalmed at both his dragon and the play-by-play he was getting from M'din. He sighed instead, shaking his head and giving a chuckle. "I do believe Armath is rubbing off on Korutath. I think he just tried to make a joke."

These two are going to be a radical pair, I think. ._.