09.Sep.22, 12:40 AM
Z’kel smiled at Mylorah’s pronouncement that she’d take care of him. His mother may not believe it, but Tazi was fairly confident Mylorah could steer him through the worst of the trouble he could fall into as a new dragonrider. At the very least, she’d be there for him if things went sideways, and that meant a lot too.
“I’m glad I’m here too,” Tazi whispered back. He wasn’t sure if Mylo caught it, because she started reassuring Amagrith that hugs were totally normal and casual immediately after he said it, but he hoped she had. He meant it, and it would probably be good for her to hear from him, too. He’d have to say it more often, maybe, because even though he fully meant and believed it, there were still a bit of panic that lived in the back of his head and needed to be kept subdued.
It was terribly cute how Mylorah explained things to Amagrith, and Z’kel held his breath when the gold flopped against his leg, as if inhaling would somehow disturb her. As soon as she spoke, though, to claim he was “alright,” he laughed. Seravath looked up from the stick at the noise and Tazi felt the impression of a frown in his mind, though he wasn’t sure dragons were properly capable of frowning. Either way, Seravath trotted over and flopped pointedly on the other side of Z’kel. Just cause she wanted to. Obviously.
“Well, I hope I can live up to Lady Amagrith’s high standards for me,” he said, giving Amagrith one of his more charming smiles while simultaneously scratching behind the little horn knobs on Seravath’s head so she’d know he was only playing a game and that her standards obviously mattered most. His words were silly, but Z’kel did want Amagrith to like him—if for purely selfish reasons.
Dragonets really were too funny, though. Tazi had never realized how silly dragons could be, even with Mylorah’s stories. It was deeply endearing.
“Would you like to use me as a pillow too, dear Lady? The other ladies appear to find me a sufficient cushion, if further sharing is acceptable to them.” He made sure to include the easy out, in case either dragon decided she did not want to entertain further sharing of one of them.
“I’m glad I’m here too,” Tazi whispered back. He wasn’t sure if Mylo caught it, because she started reassuring Amagrith that hugs were totally normal and casual immediately after he said it, but he hoped she had. He meant it, and it would probably be good for her to hear from him, too. He’d have to say it more often, maybe, because even though he fully meant and believed it, there were still a bit of panic that lived in the back of his head and needed to be kept subdued.
It was terribly cute how Mylorah explained things to Amagrith, and Z’kel held his breath when the gold flopped against his leg, as if inhaling would somehow disturb her. As soon as she spoke, though, to claim he was “alright,” he laughed. Seravath looked up from the stick at the noise and Tazi felt the impression of a frown in his mind, though he wasn’t sure dragons were properly capable of frowning. Either way, Seravath trotted over and flopped pointedly on the other side of Z’kel. Just cause she wanted to. Obviously.
“Well, I hope I can live up to Lady Amagrith’s high standards for me,” he said, giving Amagrith one of his more charming smiles while simultaneously scratching behind the little horn knobs on Seravath’s head so she’d know he was only playing a game and that her standards obviously mattered most. His words were silly, but Z’kel did want Amagrith to like him—if for purely selfish reasons.
Dragonets really were too funny, though. Tazi had never realized how silly dragons could be, even with Mylorah’s stories. It was deeply endearing.
“Would you like to use me as a pillow too, dear Lady? The other ladies appear to find me a sufficient cushion, if further sharing is acceptable to them.” He made sure to include the easy out, in case either dragon decided she did not want to entertain further sharing of one of them.