Avu
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Post by Avu on Feb 21, 2009 20:15:57 GMT -5
That is probably not a very wise idea...
Corinth's warning came too late, though, for the bronzerider. He half-lay, half-collapsed onto the bed, dragging some of the furs over him as Corinth huffed softly, anxiety flashing through his eyes as he cocked his head, curling his neck absently around Ebolath. Yours won't be /very/ upset when she wakes up, will she? Mine doesn't intend for her to be. He's just...too sleepy to remember, really, and I think he ought to sleep. You'll remember he hasn't for such a while... He cocked his head slightly, tilting it as Mir squeaked and edged closer to Raylin's warmth, instinctively seeking as much body heat as he could get. As the blue flitter draped himself over Raylin's wrist and peeped contentedly, T'rid had curled up at the edge of the bed, mumbling halfheartedly a protest to Corinth still prodding at him.
Mine... Mm, not now, Corinth, I'm /tired/... T'ridmine... Can't it wait?! Mine, this is /Ebolath's/. You'll scare her!
There was no reply, though, for, tugging the furs more securely around himself, the bronzerider buried his face in his pillow with a groan of annoyance. The bronze dragon needed to shut up...a small weight tugged down the bed near his foot and the bronzerider instinctively squirmed away from it. Oh, T'ridmine... Corinth's sigh was exasperated and dismayed as the dragon curled up, giving up to the inevitable as he draped his wings over the stone couch. He might as well sleep between the drama shows...
((I'm sorry it sucks, but meh -- end of thread. =3))
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