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23.Jul.13, 09:57 PM
Mizeath did nothing but enjoy the scratches and pets R'nya was giving her as the older gold strode towards them with all the arrogance of a bronze. And she would do nothing as the other gold lit into Wydrith like a spoiled child left to their own devices for much to long, for she refused - refused! - to dignify any of Aradissicath's words with a response. However when the older gold attempted to chastise Ameris for nothing more than words said in jest, the little gold inclined her head and for all intents and purposes looked down her long delicate nose - or at least attempted to - at the elder dragon. One would think that a touch of decorum would better suit one such as you, she drawled in her very best lady like voice, plucking the words she needed from the mind of Ameris, My rider has never doubted that Xyreith is well loved and respected and I highly doubt he has need of you to champion him any more than he has need of Wydrith to. There were no real outward signs of the agitation Mizeath felt at that moment, save for the fine tension in her body and the quick whirling of her eyes. Eyes that were slowly touching red.
Ameris's brow rose to new heights and could very nearly give one of R'nya's a run for it's money as Aradissicath began to spew her words. She inclined her head at Rhaedalyn as the woman attempted to apologize for her dragon's outburst, a slightly forced smile on her lips, "It's quite alright, Rhaedalyn. I've much in the way of experience with tantrums." For that's all Ameris thought of the outburst, nothing more than a tantrum thrown by a young dragon who disliked having her position poked. A tantrum that would do her toddler son proud. "Respect is a two way street, Aradissicath" she spoke calmly and smoothly to the gold before turning her back to disentangle the long serpentine tail of Mizeath from around the leg of a table, preparing to leave the small gathering if need be.
Had she been in a better frame of mind the smug little look Xyreith shot at the gold would've brought an easy chuckle to Ameris. She tried to emulate R'nya's unflappable calm but the more she thought of the words she had just heard the more angry she became. They had done nothing to incur the wrath of the elder dragonet and quite frankly the situation had gotten much too out of hand, much too quickly... And how dare she speak to the timid, quiet Wydrith in such a manner! Ameris had been bullied and abused for much too long by someone important to her and she refused to add another to the roster nor would she stand idly by as someone far weaker than herself was bullied. She and Mizeath would champion Wydrith along side Peorray if need be, though she had a feeling that Peorray could do well on her own. She would not see the smaller gold beaten down by a spoiled child, no matter who that child was.
She could feel the small flutter of Mizeath's distress in the back of her mind and Ameris started slightly. She needed to calm herself before something horrible happened. Taking deep breaths Ameris stroked a hand down the tense neck and back of Mizeath, "It's alright, dear heart. It's alright." The words were spoken quietly and low, meant for Mizeath and Mizeath alone. There was an imperceptible release of the dragon's tension and her eyes had begun to bleed back into the curious and calm blues of a content dragon before Ameris turned back to the small group with a strained smile. "R'nya's right, Rhaedalyn. For all the bonds of impression, dragons have their own mind."
Ameris's brow rose to new heights and could very nearly give one of R'nya's a run for it's money as Aradissicath began to spew her words. She inclined her head at Rhaedalyn as the woman attempted to apologize for her dragon's outburst, a slightly forced smile on her lips, "It's quite alright, Rhaedalyn. I've much in the way of experience with tantrums." For that's all Ameris thought of the outburst, nothing more than a tantrum thrown by a young dragon who disliked having her position poked. A tantrum that would do her toddler son proud. "Respect is a two way street, Aradissicath" she spoke calmly and smoothly to the gold before turning her back to disentangle the long serpentine tail of Mizeath from around the leg of a table, preparing to leave the small gathering if need be.
Had she been in a better frame of mind the smug little look Xyreith shot at the gold would've brought an easy chuckle to Ameris. She tried to emulate R'nya's unflappable calm but the more she thought of the words she had just heard the more angry she became. They had done nothing to incur the wrath of the elder dragonet and quite frankly the situation had gotten much too out of hand, much too quickly... And how dare she speak to the timid, quiet Wydrith in such a manner! Ameris had been bullied and abused for much too long by someone important to her and she refused to add another to the roster nor would she stand idly by as someone far weaker than herself was bullied. She and Mizeath would champion Wydrith along side Peorray if need be, though she had a feeling that Peorray could do well on her own. She would not see the smaller gold beaten down by a spoiled child, no matter who that child was.
She could feel the small flutter of Mizeath's distress in the back of her mind and Ameris started slightly. She needed to calm herself before something horrible happened. Taking deep breaths Ameris stroked a hand down the tense neck and back of Mizeath, "It's alright, dear heart. It's alright." The words were spoken quietly and low, meant for Mizeath and Mizeath alone. There was an imperceptible release of the dragon's tension and her eyes had begun to bleed back into the curious and calm blues of a content dragon before Ameris turned back to the small group with a strained smile. "R'nya's right, Rhaedalyn. For all the bonds of impression, dragons have their own mind."
