19.Aug.13, 01:16 AM
It was difficult to hold the pleased sigh in but he somehow managed it as her cool hand cradled his cheek. It took all of his self control and discipline not to jerk her to him and slant his mouth across hers, but somehow he managed it. It was a bit of a shock to the system when she touched him in such an intimate manner. A swat here. A thump there. Those were the touches he'd become accustomed to when dealing with Vaelya. The pleasantly gentle thumb against his face was not. Blue eyes darkened lightly as her own dark ones looked into them. He was nearly undone by the compassion and feeling he saw there until he heard her words that is.
"Shards! I couldn't father a dog if I was given one. I'd much rather be his friend than his father," he exclaimed in answer to her words. Which was true. He had no real parenting skills aside from the ability to keep his dragon happy and well fed, he'd probably kill a plant if he had the thought to grow one. Besides the boy was much to old for a father figure to suddenly appear and the woman who had been his foster mother had done a fine job of raising him.
Ironth rumbled with amusement at the words of his bonded. K'ton would indeed kill a plant should he have one. Not because he was cruel or the like, he simply would forget he had such a thing in his possession and it would wither away to dust.I would hate to think what would've happened to Leyton had you been the one to raise him, Ironth said, The boy would've run wild about the weyr with no one responsible to rein him in. He would've probably ended up just like you. The words were said to include Vaelya and they were thick with amusement.
K'ton thumped the brown on the shoulder at his words, "Oh shut it, Ironth! Thats not funny in the least." Though the thought had possibilities. Another K'ton on the loose? Who wouldn't want that? After all he was handsome, fun and charming. All the things that ladies seem to enjoy so very much.Not the ones you settle with, the brown said dryly. And just who would I settle with, you great brown lump? K'ton shot back silently as he set his brush to the brown's shoulder once more. Vaelya of course . K'ton sputtered as his brush ground to a halt. He would not dignify the words with a response. Mostly because the brown was right but his rider was loath to admit it. Clearing his throat to dispel the thoughts his mind had suddenly taken he asked, "And just how do you suppose I become his friend?"
"Shards! I couldn't father a dog if I was given one. I'd much rather be his friend than his father," he exclaimed in answer to her words. Which was true. He had no real parenting skills aside from the ability to keep his dragon happy and well fed, he'd probably kill a plant if he had the thought to grow one. Besides the boy was much to old for a father figure to suddenly appear and the woman who had been his foster mother had done a fine job of raising him.
Ironth rumbled with amusement at the words of his bonded. K'ton would indeed kill a plant should he have one. Not because he was cruel or the like, he simply would forget he had such a thing in his possession and it would wither away to dust.
K'ton thumped the brown on the shoulder at his words, "Oh shut it, Ironth! Thats not funny in the least." Though the thought had possibilities. Another K'ton on the loose? Who wouldn't want that? After all he was handsome, fun and charming. All the things that ladies seem to enjoy so very much.