Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2021 6:21:18 GMT -5
F'ang/Gaburuth
F'ang snorts. "Must be nice having your own space. I room with two Green Riders in my Weyrling Class," he says and finally shrugs. "I suppose I shouldn't complain too much. It gives me work to do when the riders can't be bothered to do their own maintenance." He pauses for a moment, lip quirking up in a grin. "Not sure if I should be worried or not though. Most men might find it a little intimidating to be in the company of a woman with enough patience to stab something a thousand time when she's trying to make something." He turns his head, regarding her with a mischievous expression. "A man might worry what she'd do when she's mad."
Finally though, they come up to his weyr. Shared weyr. Whatever. As promised though, both roommates and dragons were out, Gaburuth sunning himself on the ledge with just a hint of pudge to his growing belly. "Looks like he decided he wanted a wherry afterall," F'ang says, 'Ruth cracking open one of his swirling multifaceted eyes and chuffing at his rider. "Gaburuth, meet River. River, this great lout is Gaburuth."
Perhaps the dragon had learned a few too many bad habits from his rider, because from the way 'Ruth flicks the tip of his tail ramrod straight into the air and curling the bulk of the rest of it to show it to F'ang, the big man can't help but bark his laughter at imagining his beautiful Bronze showing him a particularly rude one-handed gesture. Again, the dragon chuffs, lifting his bulk to move into the weyr proper and into his nook which, incidentally, also appears to be where F'ang had moved his bedroll, as opposed to sleeping on one of the three available beds.
Given the choice, he'd always choose sleeping in the company and under the protection of his dragon over any alternatives, but, then, he found it hard to believe at times that some of the other Riders didn't share the sentiment. Although, much to his dismay, sprawled over his bedroll was the riding harness he'd been preparing for his classes on advanced aerial maneuvers. Definitely chewed up, and some portions of it still dark and glossy with dragon spit.
'Ruth, true to form with his Bondmate and best friend, just flashed his biggest, toothiest, draconic grin at his Rider.
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F'ang snorts. "Must be nice having your own space. I room with two Green Riders in my Weyrling Class," he says and finally shrugs. "I suppose I shouldn't complain too much. It gives me work to do when the riders can't be bothered to do their own maintenance." He pauses for a moment, lip quirking up in a grin. "Not sure if I should be worried or not though. Most men might find it a little intimidating to be in the company of a woman with enough patience to stab something a thousand time when she's trying to make something." He turns his head, regarding her with a mischievous expression. "A man might worry what she'd do when she's mad."
Finally though, they come up to his weyr. Shared weyr. Whatever. As promised though, both roommates and dragons were out, Gaburuth sunning himself on the ledge with just a hint of pudge to his growing belly. "Looks like he decided he wanted a wherry afterall," F'ang says, 'Ruth cracking open one of his swirling multifaceted eyes and chuffing at his rider. "Gaburuth, meet River. River, this great lout is Gaburuth."
Perhaps the dragon had learned a few too many bad habits from his rider, because from the way 'Ruth flicks the tip of his tail ramrod straight into the air and curling the bulk of the rest of it to show it to F'ang, the big man can't help but bark his laughter at imagining his beautiful Bronze showing him a particularly rude one-handed gesture. Again, the dragon chuffs, lifting his bulk to move into the weyr proper and into his nook which, incidentally, also appears to be where F'ang had moved his bedroll, as opposed to sleeping on one of the three available beds.
Given the choice, he'd always choose sleeping in the company and under the protection of his dragon over any alternatives, but, then, he found it hard to believe at times that some of the other Riders didn't share the sentiment. Although, much to his dismay, sprawled over his bedroll was the riding harness he'd been preparing for his classes on advanced aerial maneuvers. Definitely chewed up, and some portions of it still dark and glossy with dragon spit.
'Ruth, true to form with his Bondmate and best friend, just flashed his biggest, toothiest, draconic grin at his Rider.
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