Post by Requiem on Aug 24, 2010 7:11:24 GMT -5
"I stand humbly corrected, then," Dmitri commented quietly to Amour with a wry grin as the brown showed him the pictures of Elysia from the Gather to prove him wrong, flicking lightly at the male's coiled tail. Argumentative beast, wasn't he? Much like his owner. Hm. For Elysia, he spared only a look that clearly stated he didn't believe that comment one bit. The greenrider seemed all too attached to her pets, after all, and buying one at all suggested its own array of interesting little nuggets.
Dmitri didn't bother commenting on drudges any furhter; some people would just never fully appreciate that line of work, he imagined, and northerners especially. They were a fun breed to flirt with, though, of an afternoon, and almost always gave an abundance of information to anyone willing to listen. Particularly if that someone had some pretty knots looped over a shoulder, and Dmitri had his fair share between his journeyman status and being a wherhandler. Ah, yes, rank with an ear to listen could loosen lips prettily enough, and, if the complaints weren't directed carefully, they always erred toward the way people didn't appreciate them. Much as Dmitri thought drudges likely whined too much, he didn't deny that they were at least partly right, most like; no one but a drudge could truly appreciate a drudge.
"It's not poisonous, if that's your concern," the young man commented dryly at her sniffing, his cold eyes narrowing in amusement. "You'd have seen that." Actually, she probably wouldn't have; easy enough to conceal in a sleeve, mixing it in with another herb as he added them...but Dmitri had never had cause to use that particular skill, and he preferred to keep his small stash for a time where it could be better used. He was no herbalist to make himself more. "Don't mention it." His smile had softened, losing some of its edge when she seemed to actually be enjoying it, and he was raising his own cup to his lips when Amour's selection of...imagery...flashed through his mind, the teenager going still.
The sound of half-gagging told Dmitri all he needed to know about whether or not the firelizard had been put up to it, and he flicked hard enough at the tail coiled around his neck to dislodge it. "Little voyeur. I've seen her naked before, thank you much. No need to show me." He snorted and returned to his cider. Perhaps it was the warm drink hitting his stomach that left him slightly flushed. At any rate, that was what he would claim, any other suggestions be damned. "Before he decides to show me all your recent escapades, too, why don't we find something to do that will be suitably distracting to flitter minds as well?" Dmitri suggested dryly.
Dmitri didn't bother commenting on drudges any furhter; some people would just never fully appreciate that line of work, he imagined, and northerners especially. They were a fun breed to flirt with, though, of an afternoon, and almost always gave an abundance of information to anyone willing to listen. Particularly if that someone had some pretty knots looped over a shoulder, and Dmitri had his fair share between his journeyman status and being a wherhandler. Ah, yes, rank with an ear to listen could loosen lips prettily enough, and, if the complaints weren't directed carefully, they always erred toward the way people didn't appreciate them. Much as Dmitri thought drudges likely whined too much, he didn't deny that they were at least partly right, most like; no one but a drudge could truly appreciate a drudge.
"It's not poisonous, if that's your concern," the young man commented dryly at her sniffing, his cold eyes narrowing in amusement. "You'd have seen that." Actually, she probably wouldn't have; easy enough to conceal in a sleeve, mixing it in with another herb as he added them...but Dmitri had never had cause to use that particular skill, and he preferred to keep his small stash for a time where it could be better used. He was no herbalist to make himself more. "Don't mention it." His smile had softened, losing some of its edge when she seemed to actually be enjoying it, and he was raising his own cup to his lips when Amour's selection of...imagery...flashed through his mind, the teenager going still.
The sound of half-gagging told Dmitri all he needed to know about whether or not the firelizard had been put up to it, and he flicked hard enough at the tail coiled around his neck to dislodge it. "Little voyeur. I've seen her naked before, thank you much. No need to show me." He snorted and returned to his cider. Perhaps it was the warm drink hitting his stomach that left him slightly flushed. At any rate, that was what he would claim, any other suggestions be damned. "Before he decides to show me all your recent escapades, too, why don't we find something to do that will be suitably distracting to flitter minds as well?" Dmitri suggested dryly.