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01.Jan.14, 11:26 PM
C’dre couldn’t, and didn’t, resist the urge to give the little green firelizard a sharp look. “Keep that little nuisance out of the way,” he advised sternly. “They caused the plague, you know. Little bastards in the South seem healthy enough, but can’t never be too careful.” With a frown, he pointed to a nearby rock. “She can sit there. Don’t want your little pet to get stepped on or somethin’.”
The kid’s excited squeal made the greenrider chuckle. Her enthusiasm was charming, to say the least. “Alright, lass, just get right around here,” he coaxed, waving Zelina closer. Her hesitation didn’t escape his notice. “Come on, girl, Hamith might not be the sweetest dragon in the Weyr but she don’t bite.”
If it touches me I will bite it’s head off.
“Just reach out and touch her.”
I will drop it between if it touches me.
“You ever pet a dragon, sweetheart? They’re softer than they look.”
I will kill you in your sleep if it touches me.
As Zelina drew closer, Hamith rose off her haunches, her tail lashing briefly like an angry feline’s. “Don’t be scared of dragons, lass,” C’dre advised when he saw the youth flinch. To demonstrate, he reached out and gave the green’s side a good hard slap. “Ain’t nothin’ you can do that’ll hurt her, and she wouldn’t harm a hair on your pretty little head.”
I will rip it limb from limb and eat it make it stop touching me make it stop!
C’dre couldn’t keep himself from bursting out in laughter when the dragon finally gave up and got to her feet. It was with great dignity (… or, well, utter lack of it) that Hamith scrambled backwards, retreating from the unwanted contact.
And, C’dre noted with no small amount of pride, right into the water.
“See, Hamith, it’s not so bad!” he crowed, shucking his shirt in preparation of joining her. “Hey, girl, wanna give me a hand here?” he asked Zelina with a smirk. “Dragon’s easier to bathe with two’ve us. And the sooner she’s clean, the sooner she’ll stop whining.”
As if in answer to his teasing, Hamith gave a sudden flap of her wings, drenching C’dre and splashing the near shore with a wave of pleasantly cool water.
The kid’s excited squeal made the greenrider chuckle. Her enthusiasm was charming, to say the least. “Alright, lass, just get right around here,” he coaxed, waving Zelina closer. Her hesitation didn’t escape his notice. “Come on, girl, Hamith might not be the sweetest dragon in the Weyr but she don’t bite.”
If it touches me I will bite it’s head off.
“Just reach out and touch her.”
I will drop it between if it touches me.
“You ever pet a dragon, sweetheart? They’re softer than they look.”
I will kill you in your sleep if it touches me.
As Zelina drew closer, Hamith rose off her haunches, her tail lashing briefly like an angry feline’s. “Don’t be scared of dragons, lass,” C’dre advised when he saw the youth flinch. To demonstrate, he reached out and gave the green’s side a good hard slap. “Ain’t nothin’ you can do that’ll hurt her, and she wouldn’t harm a hair on your pretty little head.”
I will rip it limb from limb and eat it make it stop touching me make it stop!
C’dre couldn’t keep himself from bursting out in laughter when the dragon finally gave up and got to her feet. It was with great dignity (… or, well, utter lack of it) that Hamith scrambled backwards, retreating from the unwanted contact.
And, C’dre noted with no small amount of pride, right into the water.
“See, Hamith, it’s not so bad!” he crowed, shucking his shirt in preparation of joining her. “Hey, girl, wanna give me a hand here?” he asked Zelina with a smirk. “Dragon’s easier to bathe with two’ve us. And the sooner she’s clean, the sooner she’ll stop whining.”
As if in answer to his teasing, Hamith gave a sudden flap of her wings, drenching C’dre and splashing the near shore with a wave of pleasantly cool water.
