Gonna smile and not get worried [Ely]

[rii]

"You lard. Get off."
It is hardly my fault I am so much bigger than you.
"I knew I was over-feeding you as a hatchling."

R'ven growled challenging to the large brown currently crouching over him. The dragon reached down to nose at his side in attempt to roll him over. Shifting to prevent this, R'ven clutched the medium sized leather ball more tightly to his chest – pinned between him and the ground. Keep away was the name of the game. It had been going well until Trilaranth decided to use his girth to try and force submission of the ball.

I win.
"Not yet you do."
Technicality. I do not have the ball, but I do have you and you are holding the ball. By default I have the ball.
"That's not how it works."

Huffing, Trilaranth adjusted to try and get at the ball again. R'ven took the opportunity of lifted weight to rise up on a knee to make a break for it. Two steps out and a tug – followed by the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing – brought the former smith to a halt. In Trilaranth's mouth was one end of the shirt, the other end remained around one of R'ven's shoulders. For a moment both parties involved stared dumbfounded at the torn garment. At once each began talking.

"Look at what you did." It's just a funny skin. "Lena is not going–" I don't know why "–to be–" you wear them anyway "–happy. It's not like you don't have more. "You are going to be in so—"

R'ven was cut off when Trilaranth feinted for the ball. Out of reflex R'ven jerked it back, unintentionally sending it rolling down the path toward the stables.

[Rei]

Elysia was perched upon a nearby fence post, legs crossed, head tilted, and Amour on her shoulder. The benden rider’s attention was completely on the brown pair as they played their little game. It was almost cute really. Almost. Except that a dragon was not a dog and Trilaranth was reminding her very much of a canine right now. Some of them do act like canines though don’t they. Onyth commented idly from her sprawled position on a nearby hill top. Sad really. Now, now darling. No need to be so condescending. Elysia mentally quipped before noting Amour’s sudden interest in the man when he lost his shirt. Whoops. Wasn’t that convenient? Not in the mood to dissuade her pet she merely watched in consideration as the small brown lifted off her shoulder to wing towards the playing brown pair. Plans on his mind her flitter had. Always plans. Tch.

Stretching in a move not unlike a feline, the greenrider expertly vaulted off the fencepost she had been perched on. Striding over the ground in smooth light movements she approached the still rolling ball just as Amour landed lightly on the brownrider’s shoulder. Stopping the leather ball with her boot Elysia’s dark eyes flicked up to R’ven. “Well hello there lovely. Bit cold to be going shirtless don’t you think?” Her brown, in turn, chirped from his perch, talons carefully curled under to prevent scratching the man. Nice he looked. Just like his lovely gold. He shouldn’t listen to her. She actually liked the view. The greenrider gave a light chuckle. “Hmm. Yes. I’m not going to complain if you walk around shirtless.” Bending down she picked up the ball and eyed it with mild interest. His pet greenrider didn’t seem to be around. Good. Less intrusion.

Tossing the ball up and catching it Elysia arched an eyebrow. “I’m curious. Is this what you do all day? Because /I/ can think up much better uses for you. If you are interested that is.” Shifting the ball to tuck it under an arm she stepped forward towards R’ven, a slight smile on her face. Interested Elysia was. Not in her usual ways either. It was more an interest in what made this man special to Dmitri. So far she wasn’t to impressed, but then again the greenrider had only met the former smith once or twice and in passing. This could be fun. Possibly. Unlikely really, but it wasn’t fair to make snap judgments was it? Amour crooned softly and rubbed his head against R’ven’s neck. Pretty his was wasn’t she? Did he like her? Elysia gave a mild disproving look to her firelizard. The annoyance just didn’t give up did he?

[rii]

Amour's arrival was shortly followed by that of Bonnie. The olive green corkscrewed through air just above Amour, fluttering him with a passing gust of her wings. She lighted on the smith's unoccupied shoulder, nuzzling affectionately against his ear before whistling sing-song at the brown fire lizard. The jointed appearance made R'ven stop his chase after the ball – wishing to not jostle the two flitters into clawing up his bare shoulders.

"Did you want to play too," He inquired the brown with a scratch under the chin. Amours seemed to be trying to appeal something to him with affection feelings. Without words however, R'ven could only guess at the meaning. And to be quite frank, he usually didn't spare the effort to figure out what they did want. Most were appeased with being gifted a bit of attention and piece of food.

Movement cued R'ven in to Elysia's presence before her voice drifted over. His smile faded a touch, but the smith was quickly to recover without a lost beat. His glance went to the ball before returning to her face. "Plenty warm." Seizing the torn shirt, R'ven began to ease the remaining piece out from under Bonnie's claws. "Running around works up a sweat." Matter-of-the-fact was the brownrider. He didn't show any indication of catching Elysia's following words anymore than giving a soft, thoughtful 'mm' to glide over the topic without appearing rude.

"Hardly," The words were good natured enough, the easy smile on his features helping along that particular impression. "Between lessons, chores and a girlfriend my day is usually busy. This happens to be one of the few evenings I have free, chose to spend it with my dragon." His hand extended, palm up in silent request for the leather ball. His other lifted to smooth along the front of Amour's chest – ignoring the persistant thoughts tossed his way from the flitter.

[Rei]

Amour’s head tilted upwards at Bonnie’s arrival and a light trill of greeting was gifted to the olive colored green. Let there be no mistake in his intentions. The brown firelizard was pleasant and friendly enough to all but his mating preferences lay with the golds. They where the only ones capable of producing clutches and no matter the species Amour solely chased golds. Firelizards, mandyrs, dragons, whers.. it didn’t matter. Let it not be said though that he didn’t enjoy the company of other females. Twittering in low tones the brown praised the green for her antics and obviously well taken care of hide. He was pleased to meet such a lovely female. Both wings spread he gave Bonnie a light bow before practically purring at the big brownrider’s touch. Play? No. He did not desire to play with the man. His though. She wanted to play. Perhaps if they played in the right ways he could finally get a hatchling? A brown could dream.

One of Elysia’s perfectly mannered eyebrows rose slowly at R’ven’s lukewarm reaction. Tch. How very unimpressive. Didn’t he know beauty when he saw it? To long playing with the girls and not enough time spent around real women likely. Stepping forward and keeping the ball firmly in her grasp the benden woman raised one hand and played her fingertips slowly down the smith’s chest, lightly brushing over his abdomen before letting the hand drop. “Can’t say I object to sweat either. But I can think up various ways to work up a sweat that are just so much more appealing than rolling around with a dragon.” Giving a half step back and cocking her hip she balanced the leather ball neatly in the curve the position created, her hand still loosely holding the ‘toy’ in place.

The passing over of her question did not escape Elysia’s notice and a lightly amused smile played over her features the amusement just barely touching her eyes. The spark of light playfulness hid the smoldering irritation starting to build. Brushing her off like he was wasn’t the smartest thing R’ven could do. It made her desire to irritate him and see what it took to get under his skin. Solely to see what kind of reactions she could and would get. Pushing barriers was always fun. Especially when the target was unbending. It made breaking the cool calm exterior all that more fun.

Humming lightly Elysia tsked. “Hmm sounds like you are far too busy. I’d drop something if you desire more free time. I suggest the girlfriend. ‘Girls’ eat up way to much time. You need a ‘women’. Far more bending.” The silent request for the ball was noted with slight amusement. Did the man /really/ think that it was going to be that easy? Sorry to burst his bubble but now he had her irked. When that happened the greenrider tended to be more….difficult.

To that end she simply passed the ball around behind her back and out of sight. “So I’m being quite rude I suppose. Elysia if you don’t remember. Although I am /quite/ memorable.” Amour trilled at the rub to his chest, his tongue caressing R’ven’s fingers lightly. If he wanted the ball he would likely have to /take/ it from his. Apologies. He shouldn’t be afraid. His didn’t bite. At least not hard….

[rii]

R'ven purposely shifted himself back a step, making Elysia's fingers draw up short of reaching his abdomen in her wandering touch. He brought his own hand back when it became clear the woman wasn't going to return the leather ball. What did she expect him to do – play into the little word game? R'ven's friendly expression didn't falter. "It's about spending time with my dragon that's important to me. Not building up a sweat."

He had mentioned the girlfriend part for a reason, and sure enough Elysia was casting that information aside. Went so far as to suggest he dump her. Meddlesome thing, wasn't she. R'ven's smile stayed bright, though a hint of change stirred in his hazel eyes. Let the woman think of it as she will. Likely flattered herself to imagine he was considering her not-so-subtle hints.

"Elysia," R'ven nodded, brows inching upward with silent thought. "I'm R'ven." A hand gestured in the brown's direction – who had laid down across the path with little concern that he was blocking the trail. He'd like to see anyone dare to try and make him move out their way. "Trilaranth." His hand then moved to his shoulder to shoo the green firelizard back to twisting through the air around the, fluting softly all the while. "And Bonnie."

Here he pivoted halfway, a silent communication that he was going to be taking his leave soon. "Forgive me if I don't remember your name, Elysia. I don't think we'll be crossing paths too often for me to recall it." That said, R'ven tilted his head to the woman in a bow of head that never took his eyes off of her face. "Pardon me, I need to get back to my weyr to inform Erilena of the poor fate of my shirt. As you said, it's a bit too cold to be running around without."

Sparing her a parting smile, R'ven turned his back on the woman and headed back toward his dragon.

[Rei]

Elysia shifted her weight slightly and gave R’ven a smile that was just a little too warm. Amused she was at him currently. The fact that he thought he could just /walk/ away more than anything else. Really? No one got to just walk away. Ever. He even was stupid enough to turn his back on someone who could be an enemy. Clearly he thought like a naive southerner. The brownrider should be honored that she even chose to talk to him. Silly boy. Either he was daft, shy, or to stubborn for his own good.

Or maybe he is just rude and annoyed with you. Onyth chimed in from her perch on the hilltop. Standing the dark green arched her neck and crooned over in Trilaranth’s direction. Here my love. I’ll humor you this once. I’ll distract his ride. Arching her back like an oversized feline the female stretched and rumbled before prancing down the hill to approach the brown. Rumbling pleasantly she stopped a few feet from the large male. Hello there. My name is Onyth. Mine tells me you are called Trilaranth. Tell me my friend, why is yours so rude to mine? She might get upset if he keeps that up. Perhaps unintentionally the green’s movements placed her on the path between the large brown and his rider. Whoops? Silly her~

Smiling Elysia tossed the ball over her shoulder and into the nearest pasture. Meddlesome object taken care of, the greenrider strutted past R’ven and put herself in his path. Shifting to offset her hip she arched an eyebrow up at him. “Now, now darling. No need to run home to your pet. If she’s even home which I doubt. You see I know your puppy’s schedule and right now she’d still be playing around with the sickly like a good little girl.” The benden woman gave the smith a disarming smile. “Besides if you take me up on my offer we will be seeing much more of each other. My darling teaches your pet things. So isn’t it only right that I be allowed to teach you some things?”

Stepping forward her hand came up to smooth over his chest. “Like proper manners for instance. You are a very rude person.” The last two sentences we given in a scolding tone as her other hand grabbed the waistline of his pants to pull herself closer. Elysia paused a moment before releasing the brownrider and drawing back enough to be able to move if he retaliated. The greenrider did nothing with half her attention and her full attention was solely on R’ven. Too big to move to quickly and the greenrider was confident in her ability to adjust to other people’s reactions. She played with people often enough that such things where almost second nature now. “So are we going to be good now? Or will I have to force you to hear me out?”

Amour on the other hand gave a sad trill as Bonnie was brushed off. It quickly turned cheerful again however when the brown realized that she had not been sent away. Chirping back to the olive female he gave a surprised cheep when the smith suddenly moved to leave. Oh no. He was going the wrong way didn’t he see? He shouldn’t be leaving. Why would he want to leave when he had such a lovely gold to play with. It did not make sense. Flaring his wings once for balance Amour crooned soothingly to R’ven and nuzzled against his neck. Maybe he just didn’t understand? How to go about explaining? Hmmm.

[rii]

Trilaranth turned his head to greet Onyth warmly – loved greens, did the brown. Her placement was not lost on him. It was cute really. She thought his rider would feel threatened enough by the woman that he might feel the need to intervene. Bright blues swirled rapidly in silent laughter. Greetings Onyth, He rumbled unconcerned to the dark green. Rude? I think yours is mistaken. It's a very common thing – humans making things overly complicated.

R'ven felt Trilaranth's amusement at a distance. He kept walking despite Elysia's attempt to halt him – only doing such when her hair snagged his waist line. His brow rose, the smith blinking slowly before turning his gaze onto the peculiar woman. If he was being rude, it was subtle. Even more so in comparison to Elysia's actions. He regarded her with a patient, even look after she drew away from touching him – again.

This stranger knowing Erilena's schedule was, least to say, odd. He didn't know who Elysia's darling was, and honestly didn't care to find out for the sheer fact the woman was likely spewing lies to try and snare his attention. "Forgive me, I didn't make myself clear." The tone light, betraying nothing beyond the aloof expression. "I am not taking you up on your offer. I am not interested in anything you have to teach."

Again bowing his head to her – see, still being polite – R'ven turned to head up the hill instead of trying to move around both Elysia and the dragon. So stiff mine, Trilaranth's voice rumbled privately over the bond. Perhaps you should take her up on that offer. I am curious what she wants from us that she feels the need to pull her dragon close. She's so tiny – does she seek to fight you?

Yeah, small, and her strong accent pegged her as a northern rider. She was looking for nothing but trouble and R'ven refused to play into her twisted game. Bonnie twirled by Amour, chittering at him in a mimicry of human laughter. Silly, lovely, brown – hers knew how to play. He played with the human green all the time – and like their large brown Hers preferred greens. Because clearly, Bonnie looped lazily through the air in an effortless display, greens were best. Amour's gold did not interest Hers.

[Rei]

Onyth gave a soft croon to Trilaranth. Nice the brown seemed but she preferred ones who could keep up with her and dance like her Saboth. Never had been fond of browns. Blues where so much nicer. That did not mean she could not be polite however and she chose to be. Flirtatious with others the green was not and so she merely stood close to the young brown. Amusement whirled through her eyes at his words. Yes humans do like to overly complicate matters. I do not know why she just does not say she wants to speak to yours and leave it at that. She thought to offer him lessons. Still she likes to play her complicated games. Arching her neck she kept the riders in view, amusement still her overriding emotion. Hers shot her an irritated look that quite simply said. Way to blow it Onyth. Crooning the green again turned her attention to the brown. I am glad yours seems not to be the type that gets irate when their chosen mate is insulted. Mine gets quite pissy when her chosen is messed with.

Elysia had to actually bite against laughing when R’ven continued to brush her off. Tch she had been going for a rise and she wasn’t getting anywhere. Subtle barbs at his pet greenrider hadn’t worked. Darn it. What else could she insult? His mother, his dragon? Maybe the brownrider would respond to something else. But what… The causal way he simply refused her request had her arching an eyebrow. Fine time for a different approach. The benden woman ignored the slight meddling of her dragon and trotted ahead a few paces to walk backwards in front of the smith. “How can you refuse when you have no clue what I am even offering you.” Dark eyes locked on his and she smiled, the expression containing just the barest trace of the irritation she couldn’t fully suppress. Part of her wanted to actually hit him to see if /that/ would beget any type of reaction.

“Maybe I have this whole thing wrong and you’re the pet. You need your lovely to give you permission? We could go ask her if it will make you feel better about it.” Elysia’s tone was sickeningly sweet as she continued. “Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble considering you already are bound to get her ire for ruining your clothes.” If he thought he could escape her by just walking away and being unresponsive he was wrong. The greenrider would just continue to adjust her pace and direction to keep R’ven’s attention at least partially one her. Eventually he would have to get fed up enough that he’d cave and, at least, ask her what she wanted. Elysia rather fancied herself to be able to outlast him when it came to stubbornness.

Amour twittered and leapt off R’ven to loop around Bonnie performing his own aerial maneuvers. Being the size of a blue flit mean the could match their tricks and speeds. Much better than being built for what he was supposed to be which was brown. Oh well. His was better than a green you see. She was able to have clutches like a gold because she was just that perfect. Maybe Bonnie’s should broaden his horizons a bit and try something knew. Greens where all well and good but only a gold could have a baby. Wasn’t that the purpose of the mating? To have babies? Hers should play with other females. It wasn’t nice to ignore them just because they where different. Amour liked lots of females. Why couldn’t Bonnie’s? Then they could have lots of babies and everything would be perfect. Because babies where love. Didn’t Bonnie see?

[rii]

Is that what she wanted? Trilaranth didn't bother to keep the soft amusement out of his mindvoice. Then yes, yours made things entirely too complicated. Mine now doesn't care to even have a simple talk with yours. The brown offered Onyth a soft croon. Not in apology. Trilaranth would never apologize for the actions of his unless it was a barb directed at his rider. Apologizing for others was so unbecoming. Instead the sound was an acceptance of what Onyth said to him. His rider was rather hard to ruffle. What is it your rider wants to talk about with mine? Her attempt to rise him to anger only sounds like she wants to fight him – without reason.

R'ven made sure to length his stride, long legs eating away the ground so that Elysia would have to work to keep up her backwards pace ahead of him. He kept his line of sight above her head, only glancing at her face every so often as she continued with the barbs. His brow lifted mildly. "Considering I have no idea who you are, and one of the first things you advise me to do is dump my girlfriend.. call it a leap in logic, but I'm certain that whatever else you feel like sharing is of equal disinterest to me."

Being very much a man, Elysia's attempt at sexual appeal did not go unnoticed. Nor did her attempts to verbally emasculate him. "I'll save you the trip, she says no." He tossed her a light-hearted smile. Needed to get home before it was dark, or dinner got cold, or the misses worried about him; whatever jab amused Elysia more.

Trilaranth stood, moving out into the field to pick up the abandoned leather ball. I win.

[Rei]

Onyth craned her neck and gave a soft snort. Well then that is the loss of yours not mine. All she seeks is to help him. A draconic shrug followed the words her wings lifting slightly with the movement. Shifting she angled her body towards the two humans and watched them for the barest of moments before, apparently bored, she turned back to Trilaranth. What did she want to talk about? My Elysia only thought to offer him lessons. Really what Elysia was offering would only benefit her in the end, but she could dress it up to make it seem like it was the brownrider she was helping out. Subtle manipulation. Something she normally excelled at.

Turning her head Onyth fixed sedate whirling eyes on the large brown. Tell me Trilaranth. Would you like to learn to fight? This interests you yes? This is what we offer. Walking forward the green parted her maw in a grin. This is why we where sent here. To teach pairs like you to handle yourselves accordingly in battle to protect yourself, this weyr, and the ones you care about. Since her bonded was doing such a horrible job appealing to the rider (silly hers and her games) the green decided trying though his dragon couldn’t hurt anything. Unless of course you would like to participate in a repeat of Fort’s last attack. Without proper training you would not last one moment against a Fort pair. No matter how strong you think yourself. Onyth flicked her tail dismissively.

Elysia kept up pace pretty well despite his attempts to make it difficult for her. His desire to flee at least showed that she had hit a nerve somewhere. Good. Tsking lightly her dark eyes traveled over R’ven. “Now, now you make it sound like I’ve just said something horrible. Not true. You said you didn’t have much free time. I merely gave you the best answer to that problem.” A shrug followed the words. “Girlfriends demand a fair amount of time. Losing her would give you more time. Solution to a problem darling. Nothing more.” Tossing her dark hair over her shoulder the greenrider gave the smith a warm smile. “I think you would be very interested in what I have to offer. You’d be a fool to pass it up certainly.” What was with this one. So very unbending tch. No fun at all really. She should just let him go and she would, once she got what she wanted. Not before.

The remark about Erilena’s probable answer made her laugh. The sound not at all pleasant sounding. “Oh so then you speak for her? Or is she just that controlling. Either way that’s too bad. I could ask her if you prefer. I am sure I’ll be able to convince her quite well.” Trailing off she flicked her gaze back to R’ven. All about attempting to push buttons. They had a looong way to go to get back to his weyr after all if that was where he was heading. “Maybe you would like to at least hear me out. Spare your girlfriend my company.”

Onyth watched Trilaranth move with lazy interest. As he picked up the ball she rumbled. Silly thing, still acting like a canine.

[rii]

Not really, Trilaranth lightly pointed out with no hint of remorse to any lost help. His thoughts were strongly fueled by his rider's immediate dismissal of the greenpair. They were strangers to them – strangers that demanded respect without first earning it. Trilaranth did not abide by those terms. Ever. R'ven might play polite to those of higher ranking, but Trilaranth was simply frank with with the metallics and the older dragons.

The brown settled back down, the leather ball under one claw as he proceded to spread out his wings to soak up the sun. I am still a weyrling, dear Onyth. Once we graduate and are place on a wing, your lessons will be welcome, but for now my rider insists we follow weyr rules. Our teacher is Ioth. It was a polite refusal. Trilaranth did well to learn manners from his rider – especially toward greens. It only went so far, though. You are very assuming, much like your rider, in believing you know the level of our knowledge and skill – and how we would react during an attack. It's an unattractive trait.

Indeed, it was. R'ven's eyes flicked again to Elysia's face as the woman spoke. He wondered if she actually believed the drivel coming out of her mouth. Or better yet, expected him to take her seriously. A patient look settled on the woman. He was loathed to speak to her – at all. Knew, before his list even parted, Elysia would attempt an condescending twist to feel superior. The trait seemed typical among oppressed northern women. "You're solution only makes sense if I were to acknowledge your implications of my girlfriend being little more than a burdensome object that can be picked up and discarded when it suits my needs. Which I won't, so you can stop trying."

The temptation to roll his eyes was strong, but R'ven refrained, instead shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'll stay a fool, thank you, I have no worries about missing out on your lessons. There are many, more respectable teachers that I can learn from if I so desire." How many turn downs could he give the woman before she dropped the matter entirely? "I know my girlfriend well enough to know she would agree with me on my decision to tell you no, I'm not interested."

Never would be. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. His tone implied it all well enough without him having to tag it on his reply. There, he responded to her little jabs, now shoo.

[Rei]

Onyth watched Trilaranth with a lazy kind of interest, amused colors whirling through her eyes at his words. Hmmm. I see. You would do well to remember that having a mind of our own in matters sometimes helps as well. Following blindly can lead to slaughter. Some rules are made to be broken. Should you ever seek to take us up on our offer don’t hesitate to contact me. Her tail flicked briefly as she tilted her head, regarding the lounging brown. Silly baby. So arrogant and still so young. One of his size was near useless in battle. Not enough maneuverability. Oh if he got a hit in it would likely be the only one he would need. However it was getting that hit that was the problem. She or any green or blue worth their wings could fly circles around him. Hassle him with little hits and wounds until he eventually tired out from loss of ichor and made a mistake that would cost. There where many ways to deal with large dragons.

With experience the young one would learn that his arrogance would cost. Chances are the brown would not live through the lesson. Especially if Fort was involved. Sad really. Opening her mouth in a massive yawn the green shifted. Perhaps it is a bit assuming. However seeing as how you are young and the teachers do not exactly focus on fighting it is not a stretch to believe that you know next to nothing about real combat. Instincts will only take you do far dear Trilaranth. Likely you would participate in battle but against an experienced pair you would be little more than another body to protect until you eventually passed between. Shame really how they coddle you young ones here. Shame that they let the deformed survive as well. Onyth did not personally have a problem with any of them, but they where simply unnatural. Perhaps death would be a boon for them in a way. Hers certainly believed such. The green herself was undecided. They where still dragons after all. Taking life never was truly easy but one could take steps to harden themselves as obviously the greenpair had.

Elysia smiled brightly at R’ven and shrugged, “Your opinion I guess and you are entitled to it but I think my suggestions are pretty correct most of the time.” That was her simple and final answer on the girlfriend situation. Really the greenrider was wondering if the large brownrider had any brains at all. Perhaps he was just afraid to match wits with her? Likely so. Poor guy she must have broken his brain. He did seem in a right hurry to get away. However other than that he still refused to react. One had to wonder if it was pure stubbornness or something else. The northern woman was used to people reacting. In at least some way. This was boring her and also serving to irritate her very well. No fun R’ven was. Tch and he was Dmitri’s friend? One had to wonder how that had happened. The man was boring as all hell.

As the brownrider went on Elysia trotted forward and then actually laughed. “Seems I have gotten to you more than you let on. Tell you what pet. You don’t have to take lessons from me. Although you would be a fool to turn them down. Good luck finding a teacher with enough experience to matter in this backwards weyr.” Flipping her hair over her shoulder she sighed. “I was doing this a favor but I can see that I am not wanted. Time will come when you wished you would have said yes but well, we all make mistakes.” With a shrug she mentally informed Onyth that she was bored and leaving. The green could do as she liked. Turning on heel she gave one backwards glance to the retreating smith. “Nice to see you again R’ven. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

Her green had already informed the brown that her offer still stood. Who knew maybe one day they would wise up and take what was offered to them. She had got what she wanted anyway. A better understanding at least in ways about the brownrider. To bad he was boring. Dmitri needed more interesting friends for her to play with clearly.