Post by madb on Aug 18, 2013 22:38:13 GMT -5
Oxyoth tilted his muzzle in the air. Almost lazily, he uncurled himself from the spot near his weyr where he'd been sunbathing... something, someone out there had tugged at his mind. Very briefly, he'd felt the faint whisper that spoke of dragonrider potential, before it was masked by what could only be described as a strong and horrible odor of fish.
Puzzling. He should not be able to smell fish in someone's mind. But this boy's stank of it.
Lumbering off, Oxyoth ignored the rather startled question from his bonded, and launched himself up on a little breeze. D'rave would simply have to figure it out and follow him later. The tenuous hold he had on the boy with the potential wasn't going to help him any by waiting around, Oxy would simply have to go for it and did not have time for explanations.
Dropping in clumsily -- Do excuse me, pardon, sorry I am so very large and awkward -- Oxyoth looked around, attempting to find in one of these people a boy who was so very defined by the sea that his mind would smell of fish.
Perhaps because he was not looking where he was going, Oxyoth ran into a little two-legger who had been carrying a barrel of something, hard enough to knock it out of his hands and send the contents out to fall on the ground, ruining them for any buyer. Not that the blue was aware of that.
He turned his deep, sad eyes down to look at what he'd done.
Fish?
(*if this is too godmode-y I will change it!)
Puzzling. He should not be able to smell fish in someone's mind. But this boy's stank of it.
Lumbering off, Oxyoth ignored the rather startled question from his bonded, and launched himself up on a little breeze. D'rave would simply have to figure it out and follow him later. The tenuous hold he had on the boy with the potential wasn't going to help him any by waiting around, Oxy would simply have to go for it and did not have time for explanations.
Dropping in clumsily -- Do excuse me, pardon, sorry I am so very large and awkward -- Oxyoth looked around, attempting to find in one of these people a boy who was so very defined by the sea that his mind would smell of fish.
Perhaps because he was not looking where he was going, Oxyoth ran into a little two-legger who had been carrying a barrel of something, hard enough to knock it out of his hands and send the contents out to fall on the ground, ruining them for any buyer. Not that the blue was aware of that.
He turned his deep, sad eyes down to look at what he'd done.
Fish?
(*if this is too godmode-y I will change it!)
