07.Jul.21, 12:02 PM
There was something reassuring to know that other dragons didn't have good hunts. Mostly Fayath only heard about successful ones, especially from V'lis talking about how good Pharalth was at it. But the brown was scary and almost twice her size! It was nice to get a bit of reassurance that one day she could probably be a good hunter too. Zeianth probably knew a lot of things, he was an older dragon after all, and he didn't seem the sort that would try and trick her. The offer to go hunting with her made her brighten, eyes swirling in excitement as her tail loosened its grip on A'mos. Really? I... I would like that.
The green shifted her weight, still pleased by the thought of having a stronger friend along to help her. A'mos smiled, happy with this little turn of events. He took advantage of the distraction to finish dressing the wound and reached around to give her a quick hug around her neck. "All done, sweetheart. You can relax now." After a moment of hesitation, she moved over to curl up next to the bigger blue, settling in comfortably before she decided to meekly ask a few questions.What is the biggest thing you ever hunted? Did you ever get hurt?
A'mos sat back on the grass with a relieved huff, watching D'hys curiously. He'd seen the man around before, knew that for some reason V'lis was afraid of him, and decided that was more than enough reason to be friendly. "She's doing good. And... no, it wasn't pleasant at all. I want to punch a wherry in the face, but I'm feeling a lot better now that she's calmed down. Thanks to your blue for that, I'm pretty sure he helped. I'm A'mos, and this is Fayath." He paused a moment before asking, "Do you always feel when they get hurt?" He knew the weyrlingmaster had said eventually dragons would get better at blocking it out, but he wasn't sure if that was actually the case or just some sort of empty reassurance, like telling someone things will be okay as they were dying.
The green shifted her weight, still pleased by the thought of having a stronger friend along to help her. A'mos smiled, happy with this little turn of events. He took advantage of the distraction to finish dressing the wound and reached around to give her a quick hug around her neck. "All done, sweetheart. You can relax now." After a moment of hesitation, she moved over to curl up next to the bigger blue, settling in comfortably before she decided to meekly ask a few questions.
A'mos sat back on the grass with a relieved huff, watching D'hys curiously. He'd seen the man around before, knew that for some reason V'lis was afraid of him, and decided that was more than enough reason to be friendly. "She's doing good. And... no, it wasn't pleasant at all. I want to punch a wherry in the face, but I'm feeling a lot better now that she's calmed down. Thanks to your blue for that, I'm pretty sure he helped. I'm A'mos, and this is Fayath." He paused a moment before asking, "Do you always feel when they get hurt?" He knew the weyrlingmaster had said eventually dragons would get better at blocking it out, but he wasn't sure if that was actually the case or just some sort of empty reassurance, like telling someone things will be okay as they were dying.