28.Jul.19, 08:41 PM
T’ryn doubted his dragon was a perfect gentleman and gave him a dubious glance before Vaera’s hesitation called for his full attention. Great, Syrendryth did do something while he was gone. Probably bared his teeth or thumped her with his tail. He was going to have to explain it was all show and just messing around because dragons wouldn’t actually eat…. What?
“Oh. Some do. You should hear some of the chattier greens. You can’t block them out no matter what you try. Like Grith, she was pretty much all of us brats’ baby-sitter growing up in Katila.” Those were some fun times, painting the little green and climbing all over her. “But it’s usually going to be greens and blues that talk to others. The other colours are snobs. So I’m sorry if you tried talking with Syrendryth and he ignored you. He ignores everyone but my friend N’mor, as far as I know.” T’ryn shot a glare at Syrendryth, annoyed that he had such a pretentious dragon that seemed to hate everyone, deeming that unworthy of either of them.
Still, he gave the dragon an affectionate pat to the side and T’ryn frowned when he felt Syrendryth rumbling with what he assumed was laughter.You did not hallucinate, Syrendryth had brushed against her mind long enough to pick up on her worries and tried to soothe them. Although his voice was apparently on the androgynous side and the poor girl probably still wouldn’t believe who was bespeaking her. He had also picked up on her confusion over emotions and now he wasn’t too sure if she was perfect for T’ryn or not, but he would try. Give T’ryn a chance. He is a good man. With that said, he withdrew from Vaera’s mind.
“Would you like me to walk you back over to your friends?” T’ryn offered his hand to help her up and to hang onto if she needed a little assistance walking. He didn’t want her to faint from the heat but wasn’t sure she would appreciate being carried either. A good compromise seemed to be offering his arm to hang onto. “You can stay sitting in Syrendryth’s shade if you prefer. I just thought you might want to spend time with your friends instead of me on your day away from the Hall.”
Utterly hopeless. Why did humans have to undo all the hard work their dragons did for them?
“Oh. Some do. You should hear some of the chattier greens. You can’t block them out no matter what you try. Like Grith, she was pretty much all of us brats’ baby-sitter growing up in Katila.” Those were some fun times, painting the little green and climbing all over her. “But it’s usually going to be greens and blues that talk to others. The other colours are snobs. So I’m sorry if you tried talking with Syrendryth and he ignored you. He ignores everyone but my friend N’mor, as far as I know.” T’ryn shot a glare at Syrendryth, annoyed that he had such a pretentious dragon that seemed to hate everyone, deeming that unworthy of either of them.
Still, he gave the dragon an affectionate pat to the side and T’ryn frowned when he felt Syrendryth rumbling with what he assumed was laughter.
“Would you like me to walk you back over to your friends?” T’ryn offered his hand to help her up and to hang onto if she needed a little assistance walking. He didn’t want her to faint from the heat but wasn’t sure she would appreciate being carried either. A good compromise seemed to be offering his arm to hang onto. “You can stay sitting in Syrendryth’s shade if you prefer. I just thought you might want to spend time with your friends instead of me on your day away from the Hall.”