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11.Jul.21, 03:49 AM
Cernovith looked up curiously when he heard one of his siblings say his name with that tone that indicated he was actually being spoken to, not spoken about. Tilting his head lazily, Cernovith looked around for the dragon the voice belonged to, and finally settled on the lazing form of Hispidath. I guess that sounds okay, he said honestly. What kind of guessing game?
The comment about his scar had Cernovith tilting his head to look at his belly, and he felt Sin stiffen beside him. Cernovith gave a snort, and nosed at his tummy, giving the healing cuts a gentle lick even as Sin berated him for it.He did it, and Cernovith pointed accusingly at the bronze dragon brother who was not Hispidath, the one that had clawed his belly and made it hurt. Sin had told him he was lucky they weren’t deep, otherwise his insides would have come outside. That didn’t sound very healthy at all!
Stasnding up, Cernovith made his way closer to where Hispidath was lying with his human leaning on him, and settled down a polite distance from him.What game? he asked again, not wanting to talk about his injuries any more. Talking about them reminded him of them and reminding him of them made them itch and itching made him want to lick them and that made Sin get upset with him. He didn’t like it when Sin was upset with him.
Sin, for his part, sat down beside his young brown and set about getting some oil into his wing joints, glancing occasionally at Rh’us to see if he was going to stop napping and be social while their dragonets played or not.
The comment about his scar had Cernovith tilting his head to look at his belly, and he felt Sin stiffen beside him. Cernovith gave a snort, and nosed at his tummy, giving the healing cuts a gentle lick even as Sin berated him for it.
Stasnding up, Cernovith made his way closer to where Hispidath was lying with his human leaning on him, and settled down a polite distance from him.
Sin, for his part, sat down beside his young brown and set about getting some oil into his wing joints, glancing occasionally at Rh’us to see if he was going to stop napping and be social while their dragonets played or not.
