30.Jun.19, 05:59 PM
He laughed as F'drel agreed with the idea of scaring off brownriders, even if the method was a bit extreme. “I don’t know which are more arrogant, browns or bronzes. They aren’t all awful though. I’ve never really put too much stock in the notion that dragons reflect their riders and vice-versa, though I’m sure it’s true for some.”
L’gan watched the too-careful expression on his friend’s face as he looked at the drawing. Why would he look like that? Who had caught Halomirth, again? His eyes widened slightly as he remembered, instantly putting two-and-two together about F’drel’s evasiveness about it. “Oh shards… I’ve stepped in it now,” he muttered, mostly to himself.
“I didn’t think about—that is, I’ve always loved the silly poses Halomirth takes when snuggling and it’s been so long since I’ve seen her piled up like that.” He grimaced. “I can draw another one if you prefer.” He stretched out a hand, offering to take it back. “Sunning herself on the ledge here or something.”
Semath opened an eye with an inquisitive chirp. It’s nothing, sweetling. Enjoy the sunshine. L’gan silently reassured her. He rummaged in his bag for the pouch he carried his drawing supplies in, half intending to do a new drawing there and now. As he sharpened the charcoal against a bit of pumice he glanced back up at F’drel. “So, other than your friends being thoughtless,” he indicated himself, “what’s new at Ista? Is everyone behaving?”
L’gan watched the too-careful expression on his friend’s face as he looked at the drawing. Why would he look like that? Who had caught Halomirth, again? His eyes widened slightly as he remembered, instantly putting two-and-two together about F’drel’s evasiveness about it. “Oh shards… I’ve stepped in it now,” he muttered, mostly to himself.
“I didn’t think about—that is, I’ve always loved the silly poses Halomirth takes when snuggling and it’s been so long since I’ve seen her piled up like that.” He grimaced. “I can draw another one if you prefer.” He stretched out a hand, offering to take it back. “Sunning herself on the ledge here or something.”
Semath opened an eye with an inquisitive chirp. It’s nothing, sweetling. Enjoy the sunshine. L’gan silently reassured her. He rummaged in his bag for the pouch he carried his drawing supplies in, half intending to do a new drawing there and now. As he sharpened the charcoal against a bit of pumice he glanced back up at F’drel. “So, other than your friends being thoughtless,” he indicated himself, “what’s new at Ista? Is everyone behaving?”