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Post by saberlin on Dec 13, 2007 1:44:12 GMT -5
((do I wait for Lilliana?))
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Post by lilliana on Dec 16, 2007 20:07:17 GMT -5
Watching his face intently for any nausea, fear, or possible delight that might come from Arvenith’s bespeaking him, Mariyelle was quite surprised to see Rawign’s face not change…at all, really. The rider blinked, taken aback at the candidate’s lack of reaction. Well, darling, I believe you’re in the clear. I’m not really sure…but it seems as if Rawign is quite comfortable with your chatter. Maybe she had exaggerated the candidate’s fear of dragons. That was it. Or maybe he was only afraid of hatchlings – after all, a dragon who has impressed can’t really hurt anyone unless Theirs tells them to…not on purpose, at least. The boy was sensible, this was probably what he knew, and why he was so comfortable that Arvenith was speaking to him. Well…maybe comfortable wasn’t the right term. Possibly more…un-minding? Yes, that was it. Rawign probably just didn’t mind the green bespeaking him. That was fine, of course, and it made Arvenith feel much better about continuing their conversation.
As intent on a reply as Arvenith was, she heard Rawign’s speech…or maybe the loud thought that accompanied it. So you do not mind that I speak to you? Yay! Maybe we can talk more. I would like that. Would you like that? What do I call you? Oh, I know what to call you![/color] There was some draconic rumblings, and you could almost hear that the green was jovial. However, she now was quiet, as if refusing to tell Rawign what his new name was. She wasn’t actually trying to hide his new name from him, of course – she simply wanted to surprise him with it. Since he was so obviously comfortable with her bespeaking him, then…of course, she would do so sometimes. And Arvenith could surprise him…she liked surprises…
There was a small giggle, as Mariyelle listened to her dragon think. Surprises, yes, were fun…sometimes. She wasn’t sure if Rawign would be big on a surprise but hey, she had been wrong about his reaction to Arvenith speaking to him. Surely she could wrong about this too – the candidate could be a fun-loving, always jovial, bright and bubbly young man. It was entirely possible. The girl giggled again. Maybe not from her impression of him…but whatever. “They have been bothering Arv’s sleep, lately. Always waking her in the middle of the night, when she’s sun bathing…it gets to be quite annoying, on both of our parts.” Mariyelle shrugged. They would slack off in a bit – Arvenith would eat one, and scare the rest off, once she got terribly annoyed.
Two people came up, breaking Mariyelle’s line of thought. She froze up, looking blankly at her face for a moment, registering that this was a candidate only by the routine check to her shoulder. Shards, she had just gotten comfortable around Rawign! And now, this one was coming around…shardit. The green rider swore mentally, hiding her emotions quickly, so that the two didn’t see anything but a polite and welcoming smile. She would leave it to the man, here, to deal with this one in particular. Meanwhile, she swore again. Arvenith…a little help here? What is it, Mine oh Mine? What is it that you could need? I do not know her name…you know that she is a candidate! Well…er…Mariyelle’s blush was gone as quickly as it had come, brushed aside by her polite mask. Darling, what do I sa—nevermind. Nevermind, love. Rawign has it covered. Faranth bless him.
Shards, she wasn’t good with people.
Forcing a welcoming, jovial smile to her face, Mariyelle beckoned for the girl to sit, as Rawign welcomed her. As Rawign mentioned the blue that was snoring upon her shoulder, the green rider giggled a little, a real smile coming to her face again, as she reached up to pet Beggar’s tail. He really was adorable, and it was obvious how fond Rawign was for the flitter, despite all of his jibes towards the blue. She, of course, thought that it would be unnatural for this person to know her name already, having never met her, and the thought of it didn’t even cross Mariyelle’s mind. Trying to keep a realistic smile on her face, she finally gave up, and just let it fall to its normal expression, a bland one, obviously paying attention, but only lighting up when she truthfully smiled. “I’m Mariyelle, of Green Arvenith. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rilliana.”
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