14.Sep.22, 12:43 AM
Once upon a time L'ri had considered himself to be in excellent physical condition. He could repeat a swordfight over and over again for hours until a student or actor finally caught on, could dance the literal night away despite having his thirties, and had even survived the marathon that Mylorah and Yfris thrown him into. But no. For some reason, that wasn't enough.
He had to run, and despite everything else he could do, running just left him wheezing and wondering why it was important at all. He had a horse! He had a dragon! Couldn't they just let him dance with Mylorah for his exercise regimen? If she couldn't because of sensitive baby dragon sensibilities he could dance with Z'kel and put on a good enough show and get a work out in he bet if the lordling was as good a dancer as Mylorah seemed to think.
I don't think complaining is really helping at all. Of course the Maestro would only pick up on the thoughts he wasn't trying to send on purpose. Unbothered by his rider's lack of proper response, Oncaeth continued, Is the ground comfortable? I think they'll still make you finish your run. L'ri huffed as he tried to catch his breath and stared up at the sky, remembering again why he'd been reminiscing about a time when he was considered in shape.
With a slightly annoyed tone added to his voice the bronze added, Someone is coming. You should get up and get it over with so we can do fun things. "Easy... easy for you to say," L'ri grumbled. Maybe whoever was coming would just put him out of his misery while his bronze lazily stared at him from his little lookout perch almost halfway across the bowl.
Eventually he could hear the footfalls, and then there was a face that came into view, though it wasn't one that L'ri had been expecting. He blinked up at the young man. "Oh, hello there. How... how are you, Ch'es?" He wheezed a bit and gave the lad a tired wave. He could practically feel Oncaeth rolling his eyes at him despite the distance. "No... no translator today? Be a good lad and just put... put me out of my misery." He's joking, the bronze said to Ch'es with a bit of exasperation in his raspy voice.
He had to run, and despite everything else he could do, running just left him wheezing and wondering why it was important at all. He had a horse! He had a dragon! Couldn't they just let him dance with Mylorah for his exercise regimen? If she couldn't because of sensitive baby dragon sensibilities he could dance with Z'kel and put on a good enough show and get a work out in he bet if the lordling was as good a dancer as Mylorah seemed to think.
I don't think complaining is really helping at all. Of course the Maestro would only pick up on the thoughts he wasn't trying to send on purpose. Unbothered by his rider's lack of proper response, Oncaeth continued, Is the ground comfortable? I think they'll still make you finish your run. L'ri huffed as he tried to catch his breath and stared up at the sky, remembering again why he'd been reminiscing about a time when he was considered in shape.
With a slightly annoyed tone added to his voice the bronze added, Someone is coming. You should get up and get it over with so we can do fun things. "Easy... easy for you to say," L'ri grumbled. Maybe whoever was coming would just put him out of his misery while his bronze lazily stared at him from his little lookout perch almost halfway across the bowl.
Eventually he could hear the footfalls, and then there was a face that came into view, though it wasn't one that L'ri had been expecting. He blinked up at the young man. "Oh, hello there. How... how are you, Ch'es?" He wheezed a bit and gave the lad a tired wave. He could practically feel Oncaeth rolling his eyes at him despite the distance. "No... no translator today? Be a good lad and just put... put me out of my misery." He's joking, the bronze said to Ch'es with a bit of exasperation in his raspy voice.