Post by Shoki on Mar 25, 2015 10:23:05 GMT -8
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Midday
F’mil rarely took the time to appreciate the fact that growing up he really didn’t have to deal with the cold. It was nippy today, so he had on long sleeves and pants, even if he was just relaxing in the Bowl. He had a book in his hand, and was leaning against Delgeth. The red and white dragon was sleeping, but his tail continued to move. The man tried to keep his mood a happy one as his dragon slept, willing happy dreams.
Of course, at the same time, he was reading up on poisonous plants.
It was fascinating to him that some of the plants that were deadly had flavor profiles as well. A curious thing to note about some singularly fascinating lifeforms. He wondered if through all his reading he could tell if he was poisoned by something. Not that he was about to invite it, but he did wonder. He turned the page, about to look at the page on a rather pretty poison flower when he felt something climb onto his lap. He lifted up the book for a moment, smiling at the firelizard in his lap. Aweirgan looked very dignified, a pretty Azure with fierce red markings. It was amusing because he was clearly looking for some attention without actually making a sound. F’mil pet the miniature king, watching as the tip of the firelizard’s tail twitched. Aweirgan usually kept as still as he could, but a little of the Crimson in him got to him when he was feeling very positive, or negative. He loved his little cursed firelizard, yes he did.
[smear:c82009]Hmph.[/smear:ffffff] F’mil turned to look at the Crimson-White, whose tail was flipping this way and that as he woke up. The rider gauged Delgeth’s mood as he woke and frowned a bit.
Rough nap?
[smear:c82009]I am not sure who to blame, but I dreamed I got torn to little bits.[/smear:ffffff] He eyed his rider, with a little darker amusement. [smear:c82009]What are you reading?[/smear:ffffff]
I’m on poisonous flowers. Want me to read to you? F’mil’s mood was far too cheerful, Delgeth drawing himself to the mood. But not the subject.
[smear:c82009]No thanks. Telgar’s not in a good mood today.[/smear:ffffff] Delgeth ‘listened’ to the weyr, F’mil reaching through his dragon to feel more precisely. Confusion. Worry. It was an uncomfortable air, something that could sneak into their bones and stay there. F’mil frowned.
Hmm. You want to try for another nap? I’ll try to wake you before the weyrwoman is around.
[smear:c82009]No, I’ll stay awake. I’m pretty sure she is close enough.[/smear:ffffff] Delgeth’s eyes were almost never completely cool colors. Irritation, annoyance, anger, they were almost always coloring his gaze. He sat up, looking more alert, and F’mil felt the sudden silence of Delgeth blocking out Telgar. He didn’t like the weyrwoman’s mood since ‘the event’. F’mil wondered sometimes if Gold riders just felt more strongly about things, since Delgeth wasn’t usually that precise, but Aneala’s emotions yelled at him. Well, they could keep their head down. Weyrleaders usually didn’t want to associate with weirdos anyway. [smear:c82009]Hmm?[/smear:ffffff]
Oh, I’m referring to myself of course. Should I call you my wonderful little weirdo? F’mil chuckled, then pet Aweirgan again. Like this one is my cute little cursed guy?
[smear:c82009]Please don’t, F’mil.[/smear:ffffff] Even so, Delgeth soaked up the enjoyment his rider was having.
I love you Delgeth.
[smear:c82009]I love you too, F’mil-mine. [/smear:ffffff]
Midday
F’mil rarely took the time to appreciate the fact that growing up he really didn’t have to deal with the cold. It was nippy today, so he had on long sleeves and pants, even if he was just relaxing in the Bowl. He had a book in his hand, and was leaning against Delgeth. The red and white dragon was sleeping, but his tail continued to move. The man tried to keep his mood a happy one as his dragon slept, willing happy dreams.
Of course, at the same time, he was reading up on poisonous plants.
It was fascinating to him that some of the plants that were deadly had flavor profiles as well. A curious thing to note about some singularly fascinating lifeforms. He wondered if through all his reading he could tell if he was poisoned by something. Not that he was about to invite it, but he did wonder. He turned the page, about to look at the page on a rather pretty poison flower when he felt something climb onto his lap. He lifted up the book for a moment, smiling at the firelizard in his lap. Aweirgan looked very dignified, a pretty Azure with fierce red markings. It was amusing because he was clearly looking for some attention without actually making a sound. F’mil pet the miniature king, watching as the tip of the firelizard’s tail twitched. Aweirgan usually kept as still as he could, but a little of the Crimson in him got to him when he was feeling very positive, or negative. He loved his little cursed firelizard, yes he did.
[smear:c82009]Hmph.[/smear:ffffff] F’mil turned to look at the Crimson-White, whose tail was flipping this way and that as he woke up. The rider gauged Delgeth’s mood as he woke and frowned a bit.
Rough nap?
[smear:c82009]I am not sure who to blame, but I dreamed I got torn to little bits.[/smear:ffffff] He eyed his rider, with a little darker amusement. [smear:c82009]What are you reading?[/smear:ffffff]
I’m on poisonous flowers. Want me to read to you? F’mil’s mood was far too cheerful, Delgeth drawing himself to the mood. But not the subject.
[smear:c82009]No thanks. Telgar’s not in a good mood today.[/smear:ffffff] Delgeth ‘listened’ to the weyr, F’mil reaching through his dragon to feel more precisely. Confusion. Worry. It was an uncomfortable air, something that could sneak into their bones and stay there. F’mil frowned.
Hmm. You want to try for another nap? I’ll try to wake you before the weyrwoman is around.
[smear:c82009]No, I’ll stay awake. I’m pretty sure she is close enough.[/smear:ffffff] Delgeth’s eyes were almost never completely cool colors. Irritation, annoyance, anger, they were almost always coloring his gaze. He sat up, looking more alert, and F’mil felt the sudden silence of Delgeth blocking out Telgar. He didn’t like the weyrwoman’s mood since ‘the event’. F’mil wondered sometimes if Gold riders just felt more strongly about things, since Delgeth wasn’t usually that precise, but Aneala’s emotions yelled at him. Well, they could keep their head down. Weyrleaders usually didn’t want to associate with weirdos anyway. [smear:c82009]Hmm?[/smear:ffffff]
Oh, I’m referring to myself of course. Should I call you my wonderful little weirdo? F’mil chuckled, then pet Aweirgan again. Like this one is my cute little cursed guy?
[smear:c82009]Please don’t, F’mil.[/smear:ffffff] Even so, Delgeth soaked up the enjoyment his rider was having.
I love you Delgeth.
[smear:c82009]I love you too, F’mil-mine. [/smear:ffffff]
