Post by Hiko on Oct 29, 2018 23:56:53 GMT -5
There are not that many eggs left. Vorscuth’s statement was casual, though C’rys was not unaware of the green’s intense vigil while she continued to eat. The dragon’s eyes might appear to the onlooker as if she were merely staring at her new lifemate as some romantic note of the bond they now shared, but the girl was not a fool; Vorscuth’s attention was still fully and utterly on the hatching still at play.
True, and that lad that caught our ride at the last moment Impressed a bronze.
Hmph, Vorscuth replied, unaffected. Do not tell me you’re some manhunter, looking to rise in rank, now that you’re saddled with me.
Hardly, C’rys offered a mental laugh, But you can’t tell me that it wouldn’t be in our best interests to befriend the higher ranks. How else does one rise to lead a wing?
Is that your ambition, my love? Well, look elsewhere. His eyes are only for that girl in the middle of a panic attack.
Mm, she did look concerned about the whole affair. C’rys’ attention drew to the bronze. What are your thoughts on him?
Ramacuth? He is surely some noble-minded, long-winded-
Are you jealous that I’m curious about the other hatchlings?
What? No! Vorscuth dropped the chunk of meat that had been threatening to dangle out of her mouth. She shook her dark muzzle, eyed her lifemate, and snorted. Of all the nerve.
Then help me figure out our peers. I don’t want your bias, I want what you see.
Hmm.
There was some silence as the green continued her meal. C’rys kept at a low squat, so as to allow the green to keep up her ruse, amused for the effort. She wondered briefly if every bonded pair were so well attuned to one another; C’rys, for her part, had known that Vorscuth was made for her after a single interaction. She had thought of nothing but the Watching Egg from the time she’d last left the hatching grounds to when Vorscuth broke shell.
Lesser? Young man-
C’rys grunted, annoyed for overhearing Ramacuth’s beration. Vorscuth lifted her head and licked at her muzzle, the meal finished.
Something wrong?
Only that you’re assessment might have been right. Ramacuth might be a fine dragon, but S’goi may need some character improvement, if his hatchling is already finding fault.
Some dragons pick their lifemates out of necessity, C’rys. Not all are as well off as myself. Did you still want my thoughts?
Always.
Saruth is simple-minded. He might be easy to manipulate. Tucseth may prove interesting; he has the energy for chaos. Amagetith will prove to be my greatest headache. Norioth had potential, if he doesn’t waste it. Serenth is a curiosity.
How do you mean?
She may prove a decent Searchdragon, with all those feelings dripping off of her.
C’rys snorted a laugh.
We should befriend Rylath and her rider, if you mean to play the conniver. Quilath appears as noble as Ramacuth, and Lepsuth is likely afraid of her own shadow.
And the remaining candidates? Idly, she sat down beside the green and flicked her eyes to Joia and Novarel; while she might not have gotten to know many of the candidates, sheer eavesdropping had informed her that both had been left standing once before.
Ramacuth’s rider may want her to Impress gold, but I’d argue she’d better suit a brown. And the boy… The dragon pondered on that for a moment. Blue might not be the worst for him. What are you doing?
Waving Ramacuth and his rider over.
Why?
It’s good to know one’s political rivals. And, if the bronze is as noble as you think, he won't allow his rider to ignore us for long.
Esko
True, and that lad that caught our ride at the last moment Impressed a bronze.
Hmph, Vorscuth replied, unaffected. Do not tell me you’re some manhunter, looking to rise in rank, now that you’re saddled with me.
Hardly, C’rys offered a mental laugh, But you can’t tell me that it wouldn’t be in our best interests to befriend the higher ranks. How else does one rise to lead a wing?
Is that your ambition, my love? Well, look elsewhere. His eyes are only for that girl in the middle of a panic attack.
Mm, she did look concerned about the whole affair. C’rys’ attention drew to the bronze. What are your thoughts on him?
Ramacuth? He is surely some noble-minded, long-winded-
Are you jealous that I’m curious about the other hatchlings?
What? No! Vorscuth dropped the chunk of meat that had been threatening to dangle out of her mouth. She shook her dark muzzle, eyed her lifemate, and snorted. Of all the nerve.
Then help me figure out our peers. I don’t want your bias, I want what you see.
Hmm.
There was some silence as the green continued her meal. C’rys kept at a low squat, so as to allow the green to keep up her ruse, amused for the effort. She wondered briefly if every bonded pair were so well attuned to one another; C’rys, for her part, had known that Vorscuth was made for her after a single interaction. She had thought of nothing but the Watching Egg from the time she’d last left the hatching grounds to when Vorscuth broke shell.
Lesser? Young man-
C’rys grunted, annoyed for overhearing Ramacuth’s beration. Vorscuth lifted her head and licked at her muzzle, the meal finished.
Something wrong?
Only that you’re assessment might have been right. Ramacuth might be a fine dragon, but S’goi may need some character improvement, if his hatchling is already finding fault.
Some dragons pick their lifemates out of necessity, C’rys. Not all are as well off as myself. Did you still want my thoughts?
Always.
Saruth is simple-minded. He might be easy to manipulate. Tucseth may prove interesting; he has the energy for chaos. Amagetith will prove to be my greatest headache. Norioth had potential, if he doesn’t waste it. Serenth is a curiosity.
How do you mean?
She may prove a decent Searchdragon, with all those feelings dripping off of her.
C’rys snorted a laugh.
We should befriend Rylath and her rider, if you mean to play the conniver. Quilath appears as noble as Ramacuth, and Lepsuth is likely afraid of her own shadow.
And the remaining candidates? Idly, she sat down beside the green and flicked her eyes to Joia and Novarel; while she might not have gotten to know many of the candidates, sheer eavesdropping had informed her that both had been left standing once before.
Ramacuth’s rider may want her to Impress gold, but I’d argue she’d better suit a brown. And the boy… The dragon pondered on that for a moment. Blue might not be the worst for him. What are you doing?
Waving Ramacuth and his rider over.
Why?
It’s good to know one’s political rivals. And, if the bronze is as noble as you think, he won't allow his rider to ignore us for long.
Esko