Post by rii on Oct 13, 2009 13:50:00 GMT -5
Rulven grunted noncommittally at her, opting to pursue subject any further. Having a spat with a woman over something trivial–well, any man should know better than that. Besides, the smith didn't like to remain upset over any sort of thing. Though, it bothered him a touch further that he had unknowingly let on about his displeasure toward her jabbing. But, to each their own opinion..
The smith instantly stiffened when Evrgande so casually knocked the lizard away without so much as batting a lash. Then to continue on in conversation, as if the action meant nothing. The friendly aura around the smith vanished, leaving behind a firmed jaw and harded eyes that kept a frank gaze on Evrgande that would have done to make anyone uncomfortable. His warm and friendly demeanor did well to illusion his size and bulk, but once dropped, Rulven really was the type that people thought better of before picking a fight.
"It would do others well to learn to apologize," He said dryly in an even tone while holding out his hand to the firelizard, who quickly took him up on the offer, hoping up to sit on his broad shoulder. The lizards may as well have been pests, but Rulven knew the draconic creatures still held feelings–understanding–empathy. They belonged to others, and it was up to those people to displine them. The lizards were like children. And for Evrgande to just backhand it.. and she even thought it was his and still did the action in front of him.
Narrowing his gaze on her, Rulven pushed aside the plate–still very much in control of his words and actions. Not exactly angry, no, but highly disapproving of her actions. "Ten turns, you said." He ran his fingers over the back of the perched blue. "Even I know these form bonds with people. Do you make a habit of slapping other people's dragons as well?"
Maybe she did, she was an odd one–eating slabs of feline and having all the manners of an uncouth brat. Instead of walking off, Rulven remained where he had been the entire time, leaning the small of his back against the counter, legs angled out so that he wasn't as tall–but paired next to Evrgande it made little difference.
The smith instantly stiffened when Evrgande so casually knocked the lizard away without so much as batting a lash. Then to continue on in conversation, as if the action meant nothing. The friendly aura around the smith vanished, leaving behind a firmed jaw and harded eyes that kept a frank gaze on Evrgande that would have done to make anyone uncomfortable. His warm and friendly demeanor did well to illusion his size and bulk, but once dropped, Rulven really was the type that people thought better of before picking a fight.
"It would do others well to learn to apologize," He said dryly in an even tone while holding out his hand to the firelizard, who quickly took him up on the offer, hoping up to sit on his broad shoulder. The lizards may as well have been pests, but Rulven knew the draconic creatures still held feelings–understanding–empathy. They belonged to others, and it was up to those people to displine them. The lizards were like children. And for Evrgande to just backhand it.. and she even thought it was his and still did the action in front of him.
Narrowing his gaze on her, Rulven pushed aside the plate–still very much in control of his words and actions. Not exactly angry, no, but highly disapproving of her actions. "Ten turns, you said." He ran his fingers over the back of the perched blue. "Even I know these form bonds with people. Do you make a habit of slapping other people's dragons as well?"
Maybe she did, she was an odd one–eating slabs of feline and having all the manners of an uncouth brat. Instead of walking off, Rulven remained where he had been the entire time, leaning the small of his back against the counter, legs angled out so that he wasn't as tall–but paired next to Evrgande it made little difference.