20.Apr.18, 10:57 PM
Halomirth tilted her head, thinking. She’d never really thought about the cold all that much. Ista was warm, and she’d hatched there, grown up there, lived there, with only the occasional foray outside. She’d never truly felt the cold settle in her bones, and even the chill of between hardly registered to her.
I don’t think it bothers me so much, but I haven’t really thought about it before. She admitted. At Tesamyth’s agreement they should spend more time together, Halomirth excitedly started dancing around the gold dragon.
Yes! That would be fun!
While Miri pranced, F’drel leaned in to see the shells Ambrya brought out, jumping back in surprise at the sudden interruption by a fish. He smiled at her laughter, relieved she wasn’t upset. Some young ladies he’d known would definitely have shrieked and been disgusted by the fish, but F’drel supposed having a dragon quickly got rid of any of that sort of behavior. Feeding a dragonet required handling a lot of dead animals, and the rider had to deal with it. Ambrya certainly seemed fairly unaffected by the flopping, dying ‘gift’ from her firelizard.
“Unfortunately, I doubt they get much smarter than Scarlet.” F’drel said grinning, stooping to start collecting the spilled shells and replace them in the basket. “What do you want to do with the fish? It is your gift, after all.” He asked, gesturing to the fish. “Convince Scarlet to eat it? Give it to your dragon? Let it free? I think it’s still living…”
I don’t think it bothers me so much, but I haven’t really thought about it before. She admitted. At Tesamyth’s agreement they should spend more time together, Halomirth excitedly started dancing around the gold dragon.
Yes! That would be fun!
While Miri pranced, F’drel leaned in to see the shells Ambrya brought out, jumping back in surprise at the sudden interruption by a fish. He smiled at her laughter, relieved she wasn’t upset. Some young ladies he’d known would definitely have shrieked and been disgusted by the fish, but F’drel supposed having a dragon quickly got rid of any of that sort of behavior. Feeding a dragonet required handling a lot of dead animals, and the rider had to deal with it. Ambrya certainly seemed fairly unaffected by the flopping, dying ‘gift’ from her firelizard.
“Unfortunately, I doubt they get much smarter than Scarlet.” F’drel said grinning, stooping to start collecting the spilled shells and replace them in the basket. “What do you want to do with the fish? It is your gift, after all.” He asked, gesturing to the fish. “Convince Scarlet to eat it? Give it to your dragon? Let it free? I think it’s still living…”