Post by Missa on Sept 13, 2010 1:20:30 GMT -5
Are you sure? You won't get bored?
"Do we have to have this conversation every time you feed? Go on." Zadari laughed, waving one hand at the pale green as she settled herself back against the ledge, where Maiath perched uneasily, though thankfully her tail was still. More than once Zadari had suffered the duck and roll aspect of being with a dragon. They'd been having this conversation ever since Maiath had been old enough to get her own food, and yet, Zadari still wasn't annoyed, she just pretended to be annoyed. Finally, with a huff at her rider, the green dropped off the ledge to grab the buck she wanted.
She'd once been Holdbred, but it was hard to remember that squeamishness around meat when she'd been a rider for something on twelve turns or something like that. It was hard to recall that once she'd been the same, wrinkling her nose at raw fish, or at meat. Now she treated it with boredom at the best, after Sitath's habit of tipping over raw meat that she'd cut, or attempting to leap at the bucket and thus knocking it over, she'd gotten over it. Thankfully, she mused, Maiath had never, ever done that. Maiath had sat quietly, and waited for the chunks of meat to be fed to her, not practically attempted to roll in it. Even the way she hunted was neat, precise. She selected her food, dove, grabbed, and found another ledge to eat neatly on.
Is that a bad thing? Looking up at the nature of her rider's thoughts, the green tilted her head just slightly to the side, and Zadari laughed again.
No. She would have liked though, to have someone to talk to. Maiath wouldn't eat much but she tended to ponder a long time about whether she was still hungry, and thus how hungry she was, and therefore what size herdbeast she wanted. So honestly, they could be out in the sun for hours, and she, the smart pale person she was, had forgotten a hat. The wherhide would no doubt get far too warm as well, but she could ignore it if Maiath was in a conversing mood, or if anyone happened to be in a conversing mood.
"Do we have to have this conversation every time you feed? Go on." Zadari laughed, waving one hand at the pale green as she settled herself back against the ledge, where Maiath perched uneasily, though thankfully her tail was still. More than once Zadari had suffered the duck and roll aspect of being with a dragon. They'd been having this conversation ever since Maiath had been old enough to get her own food, and yet, Zadari still wasn't annoyed, she just pretended to be annoyed. Finally, with a huff at her rider, the green dropped off the ledge to grab the buck she wanted.
She'd once been Holdbred, but it was hard to remember that squeamishness around meat when she'd been a rider for something on twelve turns or something like that. It was hard to recall that once she'd been the same, wrinkling her nose at raw fish, or at meat. Now she treated it with boredom at the best, after Sitath's habit of tipping over raw meat that she'd cut, or attempting to leap at the bucket and thus knocking it over, she'd gotten over it. Thankfully, she mused, Maiath had never, ever done that. Maiath had sat quietly, and waited for the chunks of meat to be fed to her, not practically attempted to roll in it. Even the way she hunted was neat, precise. She selected her food, dove, grabbed, and found another ledge to eat neatly on.
Is that a bad thing? Looking up at the nature of her rider's thoughts, the green tilted her head just slightly to the side, and Zadari laughed again.
No. She would have liked though, to have someone to talk to. Maiath wouldn't eat much but she tended to ponder a long time about whether she was still hungry, and thus how hungry she was, and therefore what size herdbeast she wanted. So honestly, they could be out in the sun for hours, and she, the smart pale person she was, had forgotten a hat. The wherhide would no doubt get far too warm as well, but she could ignore it if Maiath was in a conversing mood, or if anyone happened to be in a conversing mood.
