Post by Avu on Apr 7, 2010 19:52:01 GMT -5
The enthusiasm offered by the kid would have been amusing if all three of them, R’ahre, Ahth, and Sylph, had not been eyeing Path with definite misgiving – some more obvious than others. R’ahre was pretty good at keeping his face emotionless, resorting to a simple, steady stare, while Sylph actively spat at the canine. A low whine came from her throat, which grew into another growl: Obviously protesting the idea of being in close quarters with the creature. Ahth, meanwhile, stared, too, but the colors in his eyes were not happy ones. He didn’t like canines at all; dirty, scruffy, impolite – the litany went on in his mind.
Hopefully the kid wouldn’t recognize an orange-yellow tint to his gaze as being bad, though. R’ahre snickered mentally at his discomfort (never mind that he’d be next to the canine, too) as he gestured for the blue to come closer, snatching the riding straps from off the rock he’d hung them from, and looped the leathers over Ahth’s head. The buckles fell into place with the ease of practice, pale oiled leather gleaming in sharp contrast against dark hide. It had been deliberate, the choice of leathers; R’ahre wanted Ahth to be dazzling and dark leathers would have only melted in against the shade of Ahth’s hide. Lighter shades highlighted it.
“He says you’re welcome,” R’ahre lied helpfully to the kid, stepping back to examine the straps briefly before he waved his hand towards Nabrik. “C’mere, then. Step onto his forearm, pull yourself up. Grab the straps if you need to; hell, grab him if you need to.” He just really, really didn’t want to have to hold onto that squirmy canine. “Once you’re up, think about sitting like you’re on a really fat runner. I’ll help you with the straps so that canine doesn’t decide to use Ahth as a playground.” He waved one hand, absently. “It’ll take a bit to get dry when he’s flying, so you’re gonna have to really hang onto that dog, you know…”
Rid of now get, problem poof, Sylph suggested sweetly. The Salamandyr skittered up R’ahre’s arm to his shoulder, peering suspiciously at Path. Silly bluething, let problem on, she added to Ahth, who merely snorted at her, dismissive.
Hopefully the kid wouldn’t recognize an orange-yellow tint to his gaze as being bad, though. R’ahre snickered mentally at his discomfort (never mind that he’d be next to the canine, too) as he gestured for the blue to come closer, snatching the riding straps from off the rock he’d hung them from, and looped the leathers over Ahth’s head. The buckles fell into place with the ease of practice, pale oiled leather gleaming in sharp contrast against dark hide. It had been deliberate, the choice of leathers; R’ahre wanted Ahth to be dazzling and dark leathers would have only melted in against the shade of Ahth’s hide. Lighter shades highlighted it.
“He says you’re welcome,” R’ahre lied helpfully to the kid, stepping back to examine the straps briefly before he waved his hand towards Nabrik. “C’mere, then. Step onto his forearm, pull yourself up. Grab the straps if you need to; hell, grab him if you need to.” He just really, really didn’t want to have to hold onto that squirmy canine. “Once you’re up, think about sitting like you’re on a really fat runner. I’ll help you with the straps so that canine doesn’t decide to use Ahth as a playground.” He waved one hand, absently. “It’ll take a bit to get dry when he’s flying, so you’re gonna have to really hang onto that dog, you know…”
Rid of now get, problem poof, Sylph suggested sweetly. The Salamandyr skittered up R’ahre’s arm to his shoulder, peering suspiciously at Path. Silly bluething, let problem on, she added to Ahth, who merely snorted at her, dismissive.