09.Jul.12, 06:53 AM
"Are you so sure? Aren't dragonriders bred to die?" Volfetti's voice was dark. It was probably not the wisest thing to say and revealed the hatred she had been doing so well to hide. To break a hatred formed over four years and fueled by a mother's fury was perhaps impossible. Especially so when it came to the moral-bound woman that stood before B'jin. She had done her work, caught the food that he would eat in a place she was forced to live against her will. And for what? Him to laze about and scoff sweets with the ability to leave whenever he chose? Of course a Gold could ground a Green, but they would have to catch them to start with to do so.
Valerian's comment irked her. He was defending this slob? To peel a vegetable wasn't hard and didn't all dragonriders have to prepare their lifemate's food once upon a time? She gave him a derisive snort, though he saved himself from a potential ear-lashing with his second comment. A tiny spark of thanks flared in her eyes, though it was shortly overridden with disdain as B'jin continued to speak. His little rant did nothing much to phase her, though she did wince at the awful noise that she supposed was intended to be an impression of herself.
"Oh yes, you're being nice," her voice was sweet and sticky, like a jar of honey. "Nice and lazy. You don't deserve the food others work hard to find and cook." She glared at B'jin, now hoisting the sack of fish up onto her shoulder. "You can be a sad father all you like, your children will probably never know what it means to work for their food. You clearly don't."
With that she turned and strode away. She didn't have the time to deal with the slacking idiot, he had taken up enough of it already. It was no wonder R'nd was all wound up in him, trouble will always find trouble. She had hoped this lover of his would be more sensible, opposites attract and all that. Volfetti was sorely disappointed however and made note to make sure Benden wouldn't be picking up any foul habits from the Greenrider.
[sup]Uhhh... Rags much? Lol! Couldn't think of a way to keep her there so adieu![/sup]
Valerian's comment irked her. He was defending this slob? To peel a vegetable wasn't hard and didn't all dragonriders have to prepare their lifemate's food once upon a time? She gave him a derisive snort, though he saved himself from a potential ear-lashing with his second comment. A tiny spark of thanks flared in her eyes, though it was shortly overridden with disdain as B'jin continued to speak. His little rant did nothing much to phase her, though she did wince at the awful noise that she supposed was intended to be an impression of herself.
"Oh yes, you're being nice," her voice was sweet and sticky, like a jar of honey. "Nice and lazy. You don't deserve the food others work hard to find and cook." She glared at B'jin, now hoisting the sack of fish up onto her shoulder. "You can be a sad father all you like, your children will probably never know what it means to work for their food. You clearly don't."
With that she turned and strode away. She didn't have the time to deal with the slacking idiot, he had taken up enough of it already. It was no wonder R'nd was all wound up in him, trouble will always find trouble. She had hoped this lover of his would be more sensible, opposites attract and all that. Volfetti was sorely disappointed however and made note to make sure Benden wouldn't be picking up any foul habits from the Greenrider.
[sup]Uhhh... Rags much? Lol! Couldn't think of a way to keep her there so adieu![/sup]