Post by Wycked on Jan 24, 2016 22:47:20 GMT -8
Be quiet you baby, it's not that bad.
How can you be so mean MineN'den? It hurts!
I can feel it too, it's not that bad. Now stay still!
Nibeluth tucked his chin to his throat as N'den spread the Grey's toes, searching for the thorn that had jammed between the digits. Next time don't chase the wherry into a thornbush. I am sorry... Next time I shall go around. Yes. That is what I shall do. Oh N'den, don't poke at it! He twitched, almost jerking his paw from N'den's grasp, though the man held firm and shot his dragon a look that silenced him. Or perhaps next time you eat the nice fat herdbeasts set out for you, rather than chasing a thin and stringy wherry. And since when have you liked wherry?
Nibeluth wasn't given a chance to answer before N'den yanked the thorn free. Ignoring his bonded's melodramatic whining, N'den studied the thistle before burying it in the sand and checking the wound. Feel better now? That thing was hardly any bigger than Ghost's toenail. I do not believe you, surely it was bigger. It felt like... like claws. Yes. Like a claw shoved between my toes. Oh, it hur- ... well, actually it does not hurt any-more. Nibeluth lifted his foot, spreading his toes and studying the tiny injury curiously. N'den snorted and stood, dusting sand off his trousers, lips curled in wry amusement. Three Turns, and still he swore he was bonded to a child... but he wouldn't have it any other way. His hand reached up and scratched Nibeluth's scarred brow ridge, the Grey leaning into the touch, his eyes half-shut in pleasure. See? Told you that you were being overly dramatic.
Nibeluth sniffed, pulling his head away and pawed at the sand in embarrassment. I still say it was bigger than the toenail of Ghost. Had to be tooth sized. Alas, you destroyed the evidence... He eyed N'den suspiciously, and N'den took a step back, eyes narrowing. Nibeluth, don't you da- The Grey leaned forward and unceremoniously shoved his Rider backwards into the surf, straightening with pride as N'den floundered in the shallow surf, his forked tail curling around his paws in a feline gesture. That was for being so mean, N'den. He crowed, looking rather pleased as N'den walked out of the surf, muttering under his breath something about dragons and sticks and precisely what they could do with them.
N'denmine, that is not polite speech in company. The grey turned his head towards the sound of approach, smugness fading, wings drawing in close in wariness.
How can you be so mean MineN'den? It hurts!
I can feel it too, it's not that bad. Now stay still!
Nibeluth tucked his chin to his throat as N'den spread the Grey's toes, searching for the thorn that had jammed between the digits. Next time don't chase the wherry into a thornbush. I am sorry... Next time I shall go around. Yes. That is what I shall do. Oh N'den, don't poke at it! He twitched, almost jerking his paw from N'den's grasp, though the man held firm and shot his dragon a look that silenced him. Or perhaps next time you eat the nice fat herdbeasts set out for you, rather than chasing a thin and stringy wherry. And since when have you liked wherry?
Nibeluth wasn't given a chance to answer before N'den yanked the thorn free. Ignoring his bonded's melodramatic whining, N'den studied the thistle before burying it in the sand and checking the wound. Feel better now? That thing was hardly any bigger than Ghost's toenail. I do not believe you, surely it was bigger. It felt like... like claws. Yes. Like a claw shoved between my toes. Oh, it hur- ... well, actually it does not hurt any-more. Nibeluth lifted his foot, spreading his toes and studying the tiny injury curiously. N'den snorted and stood, dusting sand off his trousers, lips curled in wry amusement. Three Turns, and still he swore he was bonded to a child... but he wouldn't have it any other way. His hand reached up and scratched Nibeluth's scarred brow ridge, the Grey leaning into the touch, his eyes half-shut in pleasure. See? Told you that you were being overly dramatic.
Nibeluth sniffed, pulling his head away and pawed at the sand in embarrassment. I still say it was bigger than the toenail of Ghost. Had to be tooth sized. Alas, you destroyed the evidence... He eyed N'den suspiciously, and N'den took a step back, eyes narrowing. Nibeluth, don't you da- The Grey leaned forward and unceremoniously shoved his Rider backwards into the surf, straightening with pride as N'den floundered in the shallow surf, his forked tail curling around his paws in a feline gesture. That was for being so mean, N'den. He crowed, looking rather pleased as N'den walked out of the surf, muttering under his breath something about dragons and sticks and precisely what they could do with them.
N'denmine, that is not polite speech in company. The grey turned his head towards the sound of approach, smugness fading, wings drawing in close in wariness.