16.Jul.13, 10:42 PM
She had upset him. She hadn't meant to with her silly question but she had nonetheless. She said nothing as he uttered a few words to answer her question and when he was finished, she reached out and with a gentle hand touched his arm before retreating with a simple apology. She didn't say the words for fear he'd just shrug them off, certain the tough pride every bronze rider seem to have would be unwilling to accept them.
She stroked a finger down Mud's neck as R'nya deftly changed the subject. "Yes. He has a small tear in his wing membrane. It could've been worse but I took the brunt of it," she smiled at the little brown as he crooned to them, "He's fiercely protective, the little moron." The words were said with affection, though true, as she scratched him beneath his chin once more. And she frowned as the man beside her sat suddenly, a hand wiping along his temple. He was upset again. It seemed to be a regular theme with her lately, upsetting everyone.
Before she could dwell on the thought, Xyreith lumbered from the water. The great bronze stopping short of them and Ameris's lips parted in a quiet gasp of wonder. He was much, much bigger than Midranth and Ironth. The browns were the only dragons she'd actually been up close and personal with and compared to Xyreith they both looked like firelizards.
Her appreciation of the dragon ended rather abruptly when the great bronze flared his wings slightly and began to shake the river's water off his body. It would've been comical had she been standing on the sidelines, the rider silently imploring his dragon not to do it and the dragon ignoring him and shaking like a canine as he soaked his rider and the man's companion. As it were it happened so quickly she only had time to open her mouth on a gasp as the cold water hit her skin. The gasp was replaced by giggles that quickly devolved into laughter as Mud squawked and bounced about with more indignation than she felt. "Does he always ignore what you want?" she said between bouts of laughter.
She stroked a finger down Mud's neck as R'nya deftly changed the subject. "Yes. He has a small tear in his wing membrane. It could've been worse but I took the brunt of it," she smiled at the little brown as he crooned to them, "He's fiercely protective, the little moron." The words were said with affection, though true, as she scratched him beneath his chin once more. And she frowned as the man beside her sat suddenly, a hand wiping along his temple. He was upset again. It seemed to be a regular theme with her lately, upsetting everyone.
Before she could dwell on the thought, Xyreith lumbered from the water. The great bronze stopping short of them and Ameris's lips parted in a quiet gasp of wonder. He was much, much bigger than Midranth and Ironth. The browns were the only dragons she'd actually been up close and personal with and compared to Xyreith they both looked like firelizards.
Her appreciation of the dragon ended rather abruptly when the great bronze flared his wings slightly and began to shake the river's water off his body. It would've been comical had she been standing on the sidelines, the rider silently imploring his dragon not to do it and the dragon ignoring him and shaking like a canine as he soaked his rider and the man's companion. As it were it happened so quickly she only had time to open her mouth on a gasp as the cold water hit her skin. The gasp was replaced by giggles that quickly devolved into laughter as Mud squawked and bounced about with more indignation than she felt. "Does he always ignore what you want?" she said between bouts of laughter.