Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Sept 8, 2012 14:45:27 GMT -8
“The third’s going to be a multi-tasker then?” K’tar joked. He didn’t particularly care what the answer was, but he was trying to buy a moment to think about the rest of the statement. Do people have nothing better to do than gossip? he wondered. At one and the same instant he was annoyed and surprised, annoyed because the rumor mill was aware at all and surprised because it wasn’t accurate enough to know the name of the lady in question, one Chantrea, dragon Candidate from a family that K’tar’s father wouldn’t have allowed in the front door. Not that K’tar cared, actually, he did care, but not in the sense that his father would have if the man had known about K’tar’s interest in the lady. In fact, one could say that at least part of the attraction that Chantrea held for K’tar she held by being simultaneously the sort of woman that K’tar’s father would have approved of, and from a background so thoroughly not what K’tar’s father would have considered acceptable.
“I wasn’t aware that the rumor mill was so accurate,” K’tar commented. “But other than my pursuit of a lady… well, Viarth wants help building a sort of see-saw thing so that he can stand on one side of it and have another dragon jump on it to launch him into the air, so I’ve been working on that with him. I’m still trying to talk my way out of the diplomacy classes, but the teacher won’t let me drop it. Oh, speaking of classes, me and some of the others have been practicing the combat stuff in the evenings, would you like to join in?” K’tar might have added something then, some comment about how much fun it was, in an attempt to further entice K’rill to come, but Junith appeared with the food then, laying down in front of them so that she resembled a table.
K’tar laughed. “Now that is something else!” he exclaimed.
Viarth might have eaten not that long ago, but his growth had yet to level off, so he’d torn into one of the herdbeast shanks, only to be distracted by a burst of laughter from his rider. Curious, he raised his head to look over to where K’tarHis was seated next to K’rill-Junith’s-rider. Had he but known it, he presented a rather comical sight, with meat juice covering the entire front of his muzzle and dripping off the bottom of his maw onto the shank.
and maybe you’re not such a Bigwig Black, Viarth retorted, his eyes blue-green in reflection of his good humor. Teasing was like playing games, it always put him in a superb mood.
“I wasn’t aware that the rumor mill was so accurate,” K’tar commented. “But other than my pursuit of a lady… well, Viarth wants help building a sort of see-saw thing so that he can stand on one side of it and have another dragon jump on it to launch him into the air, so I’ve been working on that with him. I’m still trying to talk my way out of the diplomacy classes, but the teacher won’t let me drop it. Oh, speaking of classes, me and some of the others have been practicing the combat stuff in the evenings, would you like to join in?” K’tar might have added something then, some comment about how much fun it was, in an attempt to further entice K’rill to come, but Junith appeared with the food then, laying down in front of them so that she resembled a table.
K’tar laughed. “Now that is something else!” he exclaimed.
Viarth might have eaten not that long ago, but his growth had yet to level off, so he’d torn into one of the herdbeast shanks, only to be distracted by a burst of laughter from his rider. Curious, he raised his head to look over to where K’tarHis was seated next to K’rill-Junith’s-rider. Had he but known it, he presented a rather comical sight, with meat juice covering the entire front of his muzzle and dripping off the bottom of his maw onto the shank.
and maybe you’re not such a Bigwig Black, Viarth retorted, his eyes blue-green in reflection of his good humor. Teasing was like playing games, it always put him in a superb mood.