29.Aug.12, 04:27 AM
A'liran watched as the younger green took wing, circling as she searched for a proper target. Charath was a fine looking green, though she already had a reputation for almost unbearable arrogance and a snappish tongue. A'liran didn't mind, though. He didn't think every green dragon needed to epitomize the sort of blatant aggression that he and his own partner favored, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate some spunk.
"It's no problem," he said as he leaned on the fence, eyes trained on the sky overhead. Shards, was Astoreth mad at him. Let her be that way, though. He could already feel the irritability creeping in. He wanted badly to lash out at her for no sharding reason, but he could feel her coiled in the back of his mind, waiting to strike the moment he said anything. So, like a smug participant in an argument that refused to rise to the other's bait, he stayed quiet.
It was somewhat distracting him from the conversation, but after a quick groan and an irritable stomp of the foot, he was back. "Sorry," he muttered. "She's insane." He expected empathy on that one, though Erisi's reputation told him not to expect sympathy. Little shit.
"And I'd have told you, had it not just hit me myself," he said, unconsciously shooting another glare up at the sky. "I don't know how much you've discovered about your own dragon's cycle, but sometimes it sneaks up on you like a watch wher in the dark." He didn't sound particularly bothered by it. Most of his agitation came from the waiting; he liked flights, but he hated the hours-long mindseige that came along with them. Stupid dragon!
A'liran was able to shove her aside for the time being. "I figure she has a few hours, though." He couldn't help but wonder if this poor kid had suffered a rough flight yet. The weyrling goldrider sure had; everyone knew about that little piece of gossip. It suited her right for not bludgeoning S'kef to death with a blunt instrument the moment he laid his hungry eyes on her!
"It's no problem," he said as he leaned on the fence, eyes trained on the sky overhead. Shards, was Astoreth mad at him. Let her be that way, though. He could already feel the irritability creeping in. He wanted badly to lash out at her for no sharding reason, but he could feel her coiled in the back of his mind, waiting to strike the moment he said anything. So, like a smug participant in an argument that refused to rise to the other's bait, he stayed quiet.
It was somewhat distracting him from the conversation, but after a quick groan and an irritable stomp of the foot, he was back. "Sorry," he muttered. "She's insane." He expected empathy on that one, though Erisi's reputation told him not to expect sympathy. Little shit.
"And I'd have told you, had it not just hit me myself," he said, unconsciously shooting another glare up at the sky. "I don't know how much you've discovered about your own dragon's cycle, but sometimes it sneaks up on you like a watch wher in the dark." He didn't sound particularly bothered by it. Most of his agitation came from the waiting; he liked flights, but he hated the hours-long mindseige that came along with them. Stupid dragon!
A'liran was able to shove her aside for the time being. "I figure she has a few hours, though." He couldn't help but wonder if this poor kid had suffered a rough flight yet. The weyrling goldrider sure had; everyone knew about that little piece of gossip. It suited her right for not bludgeoning S'kef to death with a blunt instrument the moment he laid his hungry eyes on her!