"Please, Ixtabth? Just a little walk - nothing will happen to you, I promise."
It was a subject that was often approached by Brynne, and that rarely concluded with approval from the young Green sat beside her, who started at her with sad, apologetic eyes. Brynne couldn't deny that she was getting exasperated - all the other Dragonets were racing around after each other, playing and socializing. But her poor little Ixtabth was convinced that something bad would happen, and because of this there was no point in trying. Brynne had the feeling that she was slowly winning the battle, however, having been impressing her stubborn will and spirited thoughts into the youngling little by little.
And it seemed to have worked, even if just a little. Ixtabth crooned lightly, nuzzling the tip of her nose into Brynne's hand, tongue snaking out to give it a quick, dry lick. You're upset, Brynnemine. Ixtabth does not like you being upset, so we shall walk. spoke the Dragonet mentally, causing a wide smile to break over Brynne's face, though it faded a little at the next words spoken, But something bad will happen, and I'll get scared. Promise we can return home then?
Brynne watched the Green for several moments without speaking, Ixtabth watching her back with the same intense glare. After several awkward moments of silence, Brynne gave a curt nod, scratching Ixtabth's eyeridge to seal the deal. The dragon purred lightly, clambering to her feet somewhat clumsily, despite her small size. "I promise, Ixtabth." Brynne spoke, pressing her hand to Ixtabth's nose as she stood and began to walk, leading the cautious Dragon from the room and into the Weyr itself.
It was a subject that was often approached by Brynne, and that rarely concluded with approval from the young Green sat beside her, who started at her with sad, apologetic eyes. Brynne couldn't deny that she was getting exasperated - all the other Dragonets were racing around after each other, playing and socializing. But her poor little Ixtabth was convinced that something bad would happen, and because of this there was no point in trying. Brynne had the feeling that she was slowly winning the battle, however, having been impressing her stubborn will and spirited thoughts into the youngling little by little.
And it seemed to have worked, even if just a little. Ixtabth crooned lightly, nuzzling the tip of her nose into Brynne's hand, tongue snaking out to give it a quick, dry lick. You're upset, Brynnemine. Ixtabth does not like you being upset, so we shall walk. spoke the Dragonet mentally, causing a wide smile to break over Brynne's face, though it faded a little at the next words spoken, But something bad will happen, and I'll get scared. Promise we can return home then?
Brynne watched the Green for several moments without speaking, Ixtabth watching her back with the same intense glare. After several awkward moments of silence, Brynne gave a curt nod, scratching Ixtabth's eyeridge to seal the deal. The dragon purred lightly, clambering to her feet somewhat clumsily, despite her small size. "I promise, Ixtabth." Brynne spoke, pressing her hand to Ixtabth's nose as she stood and began to walk, leading the cautious Dragon from the room and into the Weyr itself.
