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30.Aug.22, 12:35 PM
"Oh no, you were rude, you deserve to be scolded, and you will take the high ground right now and not bother trying to escalate." L'ri could feel the surge of irritation as Oncaeth glared off towards Amagrith. I didn't start it and you didn't start it and she stole the face first! To his credit the bronze didn't say anything else he had on his mind, and didn't run over to try and confront anyone more directly at least.
L'ri kept his hands on the dragonet, knowing that was probably the main thing keeping him there while he tried to calm down. So he kept providing that comfort and kept trying to think the most soothing thoughts he could while addressing the subject a bit more directly to hopefully nip this in the bud. "She can't just... steal a face like that, Oncaeth. She-" You can. I know you can! The Harper smiled and gently gave the dragon a hug. "That's a costume. I can wear costumes. Mylorah isn't wearing a costume, she has no makeup, no disguise. She just happens to look very much like her." Like Javira. L'ri winced slightly and nodded. "Yes."
She's doing it again! Making you sad! "No, no. Little Maestro, it's not... I'm making myself sad because we were... were very good friends, but now there's so many people around and I worry about you." He let out a sigh and lowered his voice as he added, "I just miss her and I miss some other good friends too." Oncaeth was starting to sulk at that and L'ri quickly put a smile on his face and added, "Hey, it's not your fault. I just need to make sure I can take care of you and help you grow up big and strong so we can go on adventures and make new stories and songs together."
Fret gave a small chirp as he landed on his master's shoulder and once he was settled he gave the man's chin a headbutt in Mylorah's direction. He frowned as he looked over at her, a bit of that ache returning. Oncaeth's eyes gave a brief swirl in distress before he gave the man another needy nuzzle. You shouldn't miss her if she's right there. "I know I shouldn't," and for more than just the physical proximity. He was a happily married man, and she had her green knight who clearly made her happy. Who was he to try and be greedy again? He's not important, you are, the dragonet huffed in annoyance. How dare some other person get in their way?! "Hey. Hey now... stop that." He lowered his voice as he whispered to the dragon, "He's important to Mylorah, and that makes him important okay?"
Oncaeth didn't seem quite sure of the validity of that statement, but he at least wasn't putting up a fight about it. L'ri turned back to look at Mylorah for a moment before finally saying, "Come on. Let's go talk to her and you can apologize." He stood up and walked the short distance to her little spot of the barracks and took a seat on the floor, back leaning against the neighboring futon. "Oncaeth would like to apologize for starting a fight and being rude. I've explained how you cannot steal a face." The bronze bristled for a moment to glare at his sister before his mate's concerns for the woman started to get to him and he gave her a quick and nervous poke in the nose before backing away in case the gold tried to swipe at him for it. "You have to use the words, Maestro." With a soft added grumble in his already raspy and deep voice, Oncaeth relented, Sorry.
L'ri reached over to give him a fond pat and smiled before a quick glance up at Mylorah softened the expression a little. "I miss you."
L'ri kept his hands on the dragonet, knowing that was probably the main thing keeping him there while he tried to calm down. So he kept providing that comfort and kept trying to think the most soothing thoughts he could while addressing the subject a bit more directly to hopefully nip this in the bud. "She can't just... steal a face like that, Oncaeth. She-" You can. I know you can! The Harper smiled and gently gave the dragon a hug. "That's a costume. I can wear costumes. Mylorah isn't wearing a costume, she has no makeup, no disguise. She just happens to look very much like her." Like Javira. L'ri winced slightly and nodded. "Yes."
She's doing it again! Making you sad! "No, no. Little Maestro, it's not... I'm making myself sad because we were... were very good friends, but now there's so many people around and I worry about you." He let out a sigh and lowered his voice as he added, "I just miss her and I miss some other good friends too." Oncaeth was starting to sulk at that and L'ri quickly put a smile on his face and added, "Hey, it's not your fault. I just need to make sure I can take care of you and help you grow up big and strong so we can go on adventures and make new stories and songs together."
Fret gave a small chirp as he landed on his master's shoulder and once he was settled he gave the man's chin a headbutt in Mylorah's direction. He frowned as he looked over at her, a bit of that ache returning. Oncaeth's eyes gave a brief swirl in distress before he gave the man another needy nuzzle. You shouldn't miss her if she's right there. "I know I shouldn't," and for more than just the physical proximity. He was a happily married man, and she had her green knight who clearly made her happy. Who was he to try and be greedy again? He's not important, you are, the dragonet huffed in annoyance. How dare some other person get in their way?! "Hey. Hey now... stop that." He lowered his voice as he whispered to the dragon, "He's important to Mylorah, and that makes him important okay?"
Oncaeth didn't seem quite sure of the validity of that statement, but he at least wasn't putting up a fight about it. L'ri turned back to look at Mylorah for a moment before finally saying, "Come on. Let's go talk to her and you can apologize." He stood up and walked the short distance to her little spot of the barracks and took a seat on the floor, back leaning against the neighboring futon. "Oncaeth would like to apologize for starting a fight and being rude. I've explained how you cannot steal a face." The bronze bristled for a moment to glare at his sister before his mate's concerns for the woman started to get to him and he gave her a quick and nervous poke in the nose before backing away in case the gold tried to swipe at him for it. "You have to use the words, Maestro." With a soft added grumble in his already raspy and deep voice, Oncaeth relented, Sorry.
L'ri reached over to give him a fond pat and smiled before a quick glance up at Mylorah softened the expression a little. "I miss you."
