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Post by Tealah on May 26, 2009 23:21:57 GMT -5
Arysa smiled at his gallant denial of needing more time for breaking his fast. A shawl? Did she have one of those handy anywhere? Not that she could think of. She had a jacket in her room somewhere, but it was a little heavy for the weather, and she was rarely outdoors early or late enough anymore to need a lighter one.
Oh, but it seemed that Rhobith had told him it was warm. And he was eager to meet her? "Really?" she beamed at him. It wasn't often that a dragon actually expressed eagerness to meet someone. Well, she certainly shared the sentiment.
She started when a sudden scolding chitter sounded from the table. She almost knocked her harp off her lap, but she managed to right herself and the harp before it slipped off completely. By the time she'd accomplished that, C'train was saying something about someone not liking to be left out of things. Wait, who? What had she missed?
The harper jumped again when a soft little head bumped her hand. Oh! A fire lizard! Arysa stroked the little head, completely charmed. What a pleasant little fellow he was. "He's so soft," she marveled. "It's always so surprising to me." She gave the lizard one last rub on the eye ridges, then stood up. The little one was wonderful, but... she still wanted to meet the young Rhobith. "Shall we, brownrider C'train?" She held out her hand for him with a smile.
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Post by B'kay on Jun 7, 2009 8:44:49 GMT -5
Rapture lifted to his human's shoulder, and gave a shake, tossing joy about him as a hound would water after a pleasant swim. C'train chuckled and offered his arm, placing Arysa's hand upon it as he strode forward.
He made sure to lead her well beyond any shin-barking benches, and safely up the tunnel that led to the Bowl.
Before they reached the light, C'train could feel it, and wondered if Arysa had become aware long before he had. The air had indeed grown warmer, issuing a pleasant Spring day promise.
As they approached the exit, a sudden shadow fell across the bright light, and a brown dragon, well-grown but still with much filling out to do, landed, raising a soft cloud of dust.
This is our new friend? She makes lovely music. Rhobith said, tilting his head with anticipation of a good eye-ridge rubbing.
C'train led Arysa into the warmth of the morning, and placed a hand on Rhobith's nose. "Rhobith says he likes your music; he was aware of it through me...."
The young rider blushed slightly, for the girl was surely very familiar with the bond between dragon and rider, and he really hadn't needed to add the explanation.
The brown reached toward the girl, stopping just short of touching her with his warm muzzle.
"He's asking to be stroked," C'train chuckled, "Better watch out, he's quite the charmer, that one."
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