02.Feb.14, 06:37 PM
T'lian never noticed the spark of anger in S'cer. He was too busy eyeing Khaduceth while the dragon finished up his meal and began a casual stroll in their direction. It was almost humorous to see such a lofty, dignified creature smeared in blood and the odd streak of mud. The weather hardly made for neat dining. To Khaduceth, however, it was a minor inconvenience. He would gladly endure a couple more hours of muddy, bloody, messiness if it meant his bonded might actually talk to another human like a normal human for a while! Even if it was just a greenrider. Besides, even an arrogant snot like Khaduceth had to admire Quelseth's refusal to give up.
I love you Khaduceth asserted as he lowered his snout to lightly bump T'lian. The young man wrapped his arms around the dragon's muzzle, not caring at all that he was inheriting a bit of a mess. He'd been covered in worse. "Love you, too," he said. Don't worry about carrying me. It's a short walk, and I can't get any wetter he said. He didn't want to leave S'cer behind in any case, and he doubted Khaduceth would enjoy being asked to function as a taxi service. He knew the beast would comply if asked, but T'lian didn't want to ask. There was also something mildly playful about the notion of walking in the rain, and he found himself weary of seriousness and somewhat endeared by the idea.
Khaduceth snorted playfully.Suit yourself he rumbled smoothly, his tone filled with lofty affection. He nosed T'lian one final time before taking off. T'lian watched him go, then grinned.
"If you can walk, I can walk. It would be good for me," he declared. He was still awfully scrawny, though weyrlinghood had done a good job of toning him up. He'd never be stocky, but it was nice to not be an utter weakling anymore!
"Besides," he said, eyeing the front of his shirt, which was not exactly sanitary anymore. "...I think I sort of need a bath." He laughed grimly and looked to S'cer, hoping his dark humor wasn't offputting to the other young man.
Khaduceth snorted playfully.
"If you can walk, I can walk. It would be good for me," he declared. He was still awfully scrawny, though weyrlinghood had done a good job of toning him up. He'd never be stocky, but it was nice to not be an utter weakling anymore!
"Besides," he said, eyeing the front of his shirt, which was not exactly sanitary anymore. "...I think I sort of need a bath." He laughed grimly and looked to S'cer, hoping his dark humor wasn't offputting to the other young man.