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Post by Sparrow on Dec 9, 2010 18:18:16 GMT -5
It was Scout's favorite time of day: dinnertime. The Blue whizzed ahead of Salise as she entered the kitchens and stacked food onto her plate, chattering at her to hurry. He was ready to eat.
It was a time she was partial to herself, and sharing a little in Scout's enthusiasm left her rather incapable of trying to calm him down. He was usually a well behaved fire-lizard, which also added to her guilt whenever she had to stop him from getting too excited. On their own or at dinner, forget his behavior, but anywhere else he was nearly always amazingly calm.
Following that usual habit, he calmed down quite quickly once Salise was seated. She held out a piece of meat to the Blue before tucking into her own food. He quietly set to eating, abruptly the opposite of his unusual behavior just previous. Probably the only thing that could change him back now would be more company. Regrettably, that wasn't an uncommon thing in the dining hall at dinnertime.
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Post by ShadowReine on Dec 11, 2010 0:27:23 GMT -5
The company that approached was also accompanied by a firelizard...and one quite likely to get Scout's interest back up. Barred Spunky flitted ahead of her human, circled the table once and then landed on it.
"Spunky, what, you want to sit there?" Gwen seemed in a cheerful mood, if slightly distracted. Perhaps she was involved in some quiet conversation with the white dragon, who was curled up in the bowl outside. The barred chittered at her, not very pleasantly.
"Fine. I don't have a preference. Assuming, that is, that you don't mind..." She tailed off, unwilling to admit that she had, for a moment, completely blanked on the barredrider's name. Oh yes. "Salise."
There it was. The whiterider was, for once, not attracting that much attention. Given her unique dragon, some did tend to notice her more than they would have a normal wingrider. Never mind that that was really what she was.
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Post by Sparrow on Dec 13, 2010 16:40:24 GMT -5
"Oh, um... no, I don't mind." Of the flitters that could have popped in at her table, a female was not what she expected. What soon showed itself to be the Whiterider's notoriously grumpy lizard only surprised her a bit more. Gwen staying to join her was a tad unnerving.
As haughty as Artemisth was, she and Salise generally avoided important people. The Barred had little interest in dealing with dragons more vain than she, and from what Salise had heard, Tyrth certainly was. At least it was only the riders here, not the dragons.
Of course, as the stories went, Gwen was just as vain as her dragon. Hopefully that wouldn't be the true case. The few words Salise had heard so far seemed polite enough, and Scout, of course, seemed quite happy to be entertaining a female.
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Post by ShadowReine on Dec 13, 2010 16:55:42 GMT -5
Gwen glanced at Spunky. "I hope she isn't proddy again. She's being entirely too nice."
The notoriously grumpy barred changed personality, like many draconics, when her heat cycle hit...except instead of becoming nastier, she got *nicer*.
"And how is your dragon?" That made for small talk amongst riders. Gwen's appearance showed something of the vanity she was rumored to have. Rumor had it she had been convinced she would Impress gold. Certainly no lower than violet. Nobody...nobody had expected the second white dragon recorded to claim this young woman for his own.
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Post by Sparrow on Dec 15, 2010 18:25:42 GMT -5
"I'm sure Scout doesn't mind." No male disliked a proddy female, or at least not what it insinuated. There was no doubt that proddy females often came at the risk of the male getting his head bitten off. Luckily for him, Spunky apparently wasn't of that sort.
"Artemisth is as competitive and irritating as ever." Definitely not acting "entirely too nice". Would she do that when she got proddy? There was no question that Salise would prefer it over the Barred getting even worse behavior.
"How is yours?"
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Post by ShadowReine on Dec 16, 2010 19:05:15 GMT -5
"Sunning in the evening sun. No doubt he'll want to be bathed again tomorrow. I'm glad there's so little of him." By dragon standards.
Of course, every inch of the white's ivory hide showed every bit of dirt that had ever come within a yard of it, or so it seemed. "I've heard rumors that your dragon isn't the most pleasant tempered out there," Gwen added.
She didn't seem too horribly vain right now, although she did stop talking at that point to tuck into her food, so that might explain her apparent willingness to listen.
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Post by Sparrow on Dec 16, 2010 19:42:01 GMT -5
Salise had seen Gwen and Tyrth at the lake plenty of times, and couldn't help but think that, even though he was small, Tyrth probably gave her as much work as a Gold getting bathed. She hardly ever saw Nayarath, and a queen was hard to miss. It seemed like things would add up.
Salise fidgeted. "She's fine, she's just... competitive." Which she had already said. "And very loud about it, so she gets on others nerves." Artemisth was never outright rude- well, except to Apolloth, maybe, but she had seen very little of him lately- but tended to come off that way. In Salise's experience, competitive people generally did.
"She's nice when she's alone, but I guess that doesn't count for a whole lot to everyone else." Not that that mattered to Artemisth.
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