24.Apr.12, 04:42 AM
Tyrrisath opened his eyes and observed Rilaleeyth with distant warmth and a measure of pride. Ever S'kef's bonded, Tyrrisath loved power and respect. He had both when it came to Rilaleeyth, whose devotion and sentiment was always a poinjt of pride for Tyrrisath. It maddened him a bit that she allowed other males to fly her as well, but clever Tyrrisath suspected that was partially J'ver's doing. That was fine, though. The challenge was part of the allure.
At that moment, though, Tyrriasath was genuinely appreciative of her attention.I haven't eaten much he said truthfully, his tone prideful and dismissive, But I have eaten enough. As with his communications with S'kef, his words were amazingly callous and distant. His appreciation instead expressed itself mentally, his gratitude and affection washing over the green in intangible waves rather than manifesting itself by voice. The brown let out a rare croon to reassure her as he slowly rose to his feet. He was certainly looking less glossy. He needed an oiling badly.
I will accept your offer. I'll return soon he promised. With that, he spread his wings and was off.
Inside, S'kef wiped some cold sweat from his forehead and suppressed a groan as yet another wave of cramps ran through him. "...Good to know you aren't getting lazy," he said coarsely. He'd always been hard on J'ver, but in S'kef's estimation, that was fair. After all, J'ver was a fussy little brat. People like him needed a heavy hand to guide them. It was, at least in S'kef's mind, all for J'ver's own good.
Well, and S'kef's. Pet greenriders were no fun if they didn't know their place.
Still, the gesture proved that J'ver was worth having. S'kef didn't exactly doubt the greenrider's loyalty, but he did classify J'ver as a world class opportunist. There were no angels in this partnership.
"The healer they put on my case is one of the girls I picked up last autumn...Breccan." Snide amusement crept into his tone. "She's a piece of work. Needed a little bit of slapping around when I picked her up, but she's been professional about this." Hah, that first conversation had gone well. "...But she has no idea what I have. They've passed a copy of my file to the master healer, but I don't trust that little snot...He's been all but adopted by B'jin."
S'kef's nose wrinkled as he thought of the events on the gather square that day. Talian would get his one day, but more than anything, S'kef wanted another go at B'jin.
It wasn't exactly an obsession...just a hobby. B'jin wasn't like J'ver, though. J'ver was a valued possession that needed upkeep and protection. B'jin was a toy, and a prize made all the sweeter by how difficult it was to obtain.
The brownrider laughed a little bit. "But no...I'm not contagious," he said. He paused, taking a moment to grit his teeth through the tail end of his cramps. He relaxed visibly, a look of relief lightening his features. "...How have you been holding up? Anyone given you any crap?" he asked with one eyebrow raised. S'kef made a point of defending J'ver from anyone who might target him because of their connection.
At that moment, though, Tyrriasath was genuinely appreciative of her attention.I haven't eaten much he said truthfully, his tone prideful and dismissive, But I have eaten enough. As with his communications with S'kef, his words were amazingly callous and distant. His appreciation instead expressed itself mentally, his gratitude and affection washing over the green in intangible waves rather than manifesting itself by voice. The brown let out a rare croon to reassure her as he slowly rose to his feet. He was certainly looking less glossy. He needed an oiling badly.
I will accept your offer. I'll return soon he promised. With that, he spread his wings and was off.
Inside, S'kef wiped some cold sweat from his forehead and suppressed a groan as yet another wave of cramps ran through him. "...Good to know you aren't getting lazy," he said coarsely. He'd always been hard on J'ver, but in S'kef's estimation, that was fair. After all, J'ver was a fussy little brat. People like him needed a heavy hand to guide them. It was, at least in S'kef's mind, all for J'ver's own good.
Well, and S'kef's. Pet greenriders were no fun if they didn't know their place.
Still, the gesture proved that J'ver was worth having. S'kef didn't exactly doubt the greenrider's loyalty, but he did classify J'ver as a world class opportunist. There were no angels in this partnership.
"The healer they put on my case is one of the girls I picked up last autumn...Breccan." Snide amusement crept into his tone. "She's a piece of work. Needed a little bit of slapping around when I picked her up, but she's been professional about this." Hah, that first conversation had gone well. "...But she has no idea what I have. They've passed a copy of my file to the master healer, but I don't trust that little snot...He's been all but adopted by B'jin."
S'kef's nose wrinkled as he thought of the events on the gather square that day. Talian would get his one day, but more than anything, S'kef wanted another go at B'jin.
It wasn't exactly an obsession...just a hobby. B'jin wasn't like J'ver, though. J'ver was a valued possession that needed upkeep and protection. B'jin was a toy, and a prize made all the sweeter by how difficult it was to obtain.
The brownrider laughed a little bit. "But no...I'm not contagious," he said. He paused, taking a moment to grit his teeth through the tail end of his cramps. He relaxed visibly, a look of relief lightening his features. "...How have you been holding up? Anyone given you any crap?" he asked with one eyebrow raised. S'kef made a point of defending J'ver from anyone who might target him because of their connection.