Post by ShadowReine on Apr 1, 2010 10:58:40 GMT -5
Evenmeal was done with, and Apolloth slumbered on his ledge. He was being a dutiful father, supporting his mate as she waited with her eggs and occasionally watching them so she could leave for a few minutes to feed or stretch her wings.
Soon, they would Hatch, turn into baby dragons, be handed over to their riders and, in the scheme of things, forgotten unless B'can reminded Apolloth which of the dragons were his offspring.
A dragon mother's duty, after all, ended when the first shell cracked. At least he liked the current batch of Candidates.
Now, the real question was this. He was sure Voluspath would never let him near Brylorea. Did he *want* to stay with Inolyn? At least until the next flight? She was attractive, she was good in bed, and he had found himself rather drawn to her. On the other hand, he still...fantasized about Brylorea. He could not help it. Apolloth would chase Voluspath...
...and lose. There was no way that gold would let a tan twine with her. But he refused to 'settle for' a woman. He had to decide whether he could love her.
Which he thought he could. Perhaps. But how did he approach her? Did he tell her all of the knotty, gnarly truth?
"Women. Can't live with them..."
Soon, they would Hatch, turn into baby dragons, be handed over to their riders and, in the scheme of things, forgotten unless B'can reminded Apolloth which of the dragons were his offspring.
A dragon mother's duty, after all, ended when the first shell cracked. At least he liked the current batch of Candidates.
Now, the real question was this. He was sure Voluspath would never let him near Brylorea. Did he *want* to stay with Inolyn? At least until the next flight? She was attractive, she was good in bed, and he had found himself rather drawn to her. On the other hand, he still...fantasized about Brylorea. He could not help it. Apolloth would chase Voluspath...
...and lose. There was no way that gold would let a tan twine with her. But he refused to 'settle for' a woman. He had to decide whether he could love her.
Which he thought he could. Perhaps. But how did he approach her? Did he tell her all of the knotty, gnarly truth?
"Women. Can't live with them..."
