03.Dec.13, 10:28 AM
N'mor and bronze Rhezalth
Indamor watched the eggs Hatch with increasing displeasure. No more bronzes? And so few browns making a show that the boy almost considered it more worthwhile to simply turn around and walk off the Sands. Certainly there was nothing here for him, if there were to be no more - at the very least - browns. The boy fancied himself much more a bronzerider than a brownrider, but he wasn't quite prepared to focus solely on such an uncommon colour. He couldn't quite wipe the scowl off his face, however, despite some of the more amusing antics of the dragonets.
The determination of the thunderstorm was ignored; there was no point in letting the discomfort of the weather add to the discomfort of being damp, but also hot and over all the entire wet and muggy feeling of the Hatching sands was disgusting and if Indamor lingered on it, only more inclined to make him grumpy that he still hadn't Impressed. Telrynd had Impressed - to a bronze! - and Indamor (who was certainly far more worthy of a bronze dragonet) was left standing with the other junky candidates that were never going to Impress - like Ryvian.
Glancing up at the young man, and seeing a green dragonet trembling between his legs, Indamor very nearly did leave the sands in outrage. If even Ryvian was Impressing, then Indamor would throw his hands up and never try again! He should have Impressed tenfold over by now if even that useless twin was able to --- Never mind. The fact that Indamor's shoulders actually relaxed when the green was lead off by another was not a particularly visible response, but it was one none the less. The boy was perhaps more relieved than he would ever say that the twin hadn't Impressed. He couldn't imagine being left stranded when someone as pathetic as that boy walked off with a dragonet.
Despite Indamor's strong determination to walk off the sand with a dragon, that determination did not include a green - and especially not a blue - life partner. Indamor took several steps back as the blue dragonet strode towards him, his eyes wide with a deep seated fear. He hated blues, but more than that - and unbeknown to most of those he spent time with or around - he feared blue dragons, the way some people feared spiders or big dogs. The pre-teen was near trembling when the screech of fury rang out, and his head almost exploded with the anger he suddenly felt.
That wasn't his.
Huge eyes watched as the blue snorted and moved away, revealing in his place a fat little bronze lump, who looked utterly outraged.He frightened you! Clearly, that was not something anyone - or anything - had any right to do. Indamor's eyebrows arched up slightly, and he gave an almost invisible nod of agreement, though he certainly wasn't about to confirm such a thing out loud. The dragonet gave a disgruntled sounding hurrumph, and made his way to Indamor's side. He matters not, he stated simply, moving past the silent boy, and towards where he knew - because Indamor knew - he could be fed. Are you just going to stand there?
"No," Indamor responded, taking several quick paces to catch up to his dragonet, and walking beside him towards where the others were. He made a bit of a detour, to meet his father - and put up with rather well, in his opinion, the unorthodox hug he received. "Rhezalth," he informed them both, blinking in slight surprise and amusement at his knowledge of the dragonet's name. His face then split into a massive grin, and he hugged his father back tightly. "Bronze Rhezalth!"
"And you?"
N'mor. Rhezalth informed both of them, and anyone else close enough to hear, as he buried his muzzle in a bucket of meat - completely oblivious to the way his young bonded stiffened, or his father's eyes widened slightly with a pasty look. Indamor shifted his weight uncomfortably. "Are yo-"
Yes.
Indamor frowned in worry up at B'jin for a moment, before stepping back hesitantly, and joining his dragonet so he could monitor the food the fat hatchling was eating.
I'm fat?
"Yeah, Rhezalth. And you have ichor on your nose. Here... Oh."
That's my hide! Be gentle!
"You are so weird."
Indamor watched the eggs Hatch with increasing displeasure. No more bronzes? And so few browns making a show that the boy almost considered it more worthwhile to simply turn around and walk off the Sands. Certainly there was nothing here for him, if there were to be no more - at the very least - browns. The boy fancied himself much more a bronzerider than a brownrider, but he wasn't quite prepared to focus solely on such an uncommon colour. He couldn't quite wipe the scowl off his face, however, despite some of the more amusing antics of the dragonets.
The determination of the thunderstorm was ignored; there was no point in letting the discomfort of the weather add to the discomfort of being damp, but also hot and over all the entire wet and muggy feeling of the Hatching sands was disgusting and if Indamor lingered on it, only more inclined to make him grumpy that he still hadn't Impressed. Telrynd had Impressed - to a bronze! - and Indamor (who was certainly far more worthy of a bronze dragonet) was left standing with the other junky candidates that were never going to Impress - like Ryvian.
Glancing up at the young man, and seeing a green dragonet trembling between his legs, Indamor very nearly did leave the sands in outrage. If even Ryvian was Impressing, then Indamor would throw his hands up and never try again! He should have Impressed tenfold over by now if even that useless twin was able to --- Never mind. The fact that Indamor's shoulders actually relaxed when the green was lead off by another was not a particularly visible response, but it was one none the less. The boy was perhaps more relieved than he would ever say that the twin hadn't Impressed. He couldn't imagine being left stranded when someone as pathetic as that boy walked off with a dragonet.
Despite Indamor's strong determination to walk off the sand with a dragon, that determination did not include a green - and especially not a blue - life partner. Indamor took several steps back as the blue dragonet strode towards him, his eyes wide with a deep seated fear. He hated blues, but more than that - and unbeknown to most of those he spent time with or around - he feared blue dragons, the way some people feared spiders or big dogs. The pre-teen was near trembling when the screech of fury rang out, and his head almost exploded with the anger he suddenly felt.
That wasn't his.
Huge eyes watched as the blue snorted and moved away, revealing in his place a fat little bronze lump, who looked utterly outraged.
"No," Indamor responded, taking several quick paces to catch up to his dragonet, and walking beside him towards where the others were. He made a bit of a detour, to meet his father - and put up with rather well, in his opinion, the unorthodox hug he received. "Rhezalth," he informed them both, blinking in slight surprise and amusement at his knowledge of the dragonet's name. His face then split into a massive grin, and he hugged his father back tightly. "Bronze Rhezalth!"
"And you?"
Indamor frowned in worry up at B'jin for a moment, before stepping back hesitantly, and joining his dragonet so he could monitor the food the fat hatchling was eating.
"Yeah, Rhezalth. And you have ichor on your nose. Here... Oh."
"You are so weird."