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 Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 5:48 pm
"Thank you," she told Dioth affectionately, trying a previously-unexplored spot on the underside of his head, where it met his neck.
A dainty little green, hmm? Allia grinned, amused by the image; she was well aware that she was small, and it no longer bothered her. It helped that she had no sisters here to compare herself to, only strangers, and that was somehow less bothersome. And imagining herself as a dragon, well, that wouldn't hurt either!
"With spots, huh?" she giggled, looking down at herself as though to see what about her said 'spots.'
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 7:57 pm
A low, tender croon escaped Dioth as he lifted his head, offering that spot and rumbling with delight. Oh, that is nice... Daintily, the blue nuzzled at Allia, whuffling against her lazily.
"Indeed," said L'ior with a chuckle. "Just to add a bit of charm... not that you need any." Lifting a bucketful of water, he began to sluice it down along the dragon's hide gently. "I rather think I could see you flying, even." A little thoughtfully, actually; he smiled, picturing it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 9:01 pm
Allia blushed slightly when L'ior more or less called her charming. It wasn't usually a way in which she thought of herself. In the company of such an affectionate dragon and charming rider, it was easy to lose track of time. Between learning to wash a dragon and becoming sister to one, she almost forgot that she had things like chores to worry about. It was her first time since coming to the Weyr she'd felt so at ease, or enjoyed herself so much, and it gave her hope that she might find other friends.
"I've always wanted to fly," she admitted, continuing to lavish attention on Dioth while she watched his rider rinse him. She'd probably have to clean up a little herself, before... Oh! The girl looked suddenly chragined. "I should get to the kitchen soon."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 11:25 pm
"You will fly, someday, on the back of yours," L'ior said with a comforting smile, letting the girl work. But when she pointed out that she'd have to leave soon, if he admitted it, he felt a bit like his smile would fade. Ah, yes. Candidate's chores, indeed -- he recalled them quite well. "Ah, well," he sighed, smiling. "I am quite sure we shall meet again. Dioth has quite a long memory for a dragon, and we shall not so soon forget his little human clutchmate." His grin turned merry and teasing. "When you see us next, you won't need to hide, yes?"
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