A bit of thought (open)

[Kisha-Ra]

There comes a point in every person’s life when they want, above all other things, a drink. For Darya right now was that time. Sadly all the wine, even the really awful stuff that tasted like old boot leather dissolved in acid, had been confiscated and disposed of. So that ruled that option out. Darya looked again at the assortment of creatures bonded to her and wished even harder for a drink.

Currently the bluerider sat on a rock at the edge of the river, idly dangling her feet in the river, seemingly relaxed despite the overcast sky that threatened to rain at any time. However to one familiar with her Darya gave off signs of extreme frustration. Despite her apparent relaxation her foot twitched restlessly, her mouth was pressed into a flat line, and her brows were drawn into a frown over eyes that tracked a green blur with bemused irritation.

Five marks She thought, and not for the first time, as the streak of colour looped her and darted over to Azrath, who was sprawled out over a rather lager rock of his own. I cannot believe I paid five marks for an egg that contained a green firelizard, Imp’s future mate no doubt. I really would have been better off with a tunnelsnake. The green blob of colour stilled for a moment and looked around, tail flicking, eyes whirling in happy shades. Play! Play playchase Bit. A mindspeech broadcast sent the firelizard back into the air, this time followed by Imp. The bronze salamandyr drifted in the air with all the grace and agility of a wingless wherry and the firelizard, whom Imp had decided was called Bit, flitted around him utterly confusing the salamandyr before darting off again. Five marks…

You seem to be on constant repeat.[/color] Azrath’s head rose as the broke into Darya’s thoughts. I don’t now why you didn’t just call her Five Marks instead of letting Imp name her. You like her really, you like Imp really. You don’t hate me either, you just say that to make me feel better.[/color]

Five Marks is a bit of a mouthful. Darya commented, wry humour making it’s way into her tone. She couldn’t stay (too) annoyed when Azrath was in a teasing mood. I do like her, but, it’s just, why a green? I just know Imp will catch her, I know it.

Well I could always find that pretty greenpair I keep threatening you with…[/color] Darya burst out laughing at Azrath’s suggestive tone. You are a very bad dragon Azrath.

[dragon]

Are you sure you want to try some of that, little sister? Aonith asked, strolling down the river itself, wading in the water. Her head was tipped to one side as she fixed on slowly swirling eye on Mandyr, who was trying her hardest to stretch from Dorava's shoulder into the small pie the rider was munching on. The pudgy green flitter was horribly fascinated, and so badly wanted to eat some, too. But Dorava wasn't letting her, more or less making a game out of getting each bite past Mandyr and into her own mouth unmolested.

Undeterred, Mandyr started licking on Dorava's cheek, trying to get a taste of that gooey blue stuff. Valiant, for his part, was watching this comical display of a sort-of game from the safety of his pet's breastband. Well ... sort of safety. Every now and then he got dripped on. The color didn't quite match his own, and the 'mandyr would soon find himself busily cleaning himself with dilligent licks. Even though he didn't like pie.

Aonith just found the whole thing amusing to the greatest degree, as Mandyr chirped in frustration, one foreleg waving futily in the air as she tried to reach for a bite, the other foreleg's grasp firmly clamped on Dorava's collar.

Aonith stopped wading suddenly when she spotted Azrath on the shore, perched on a rock. Oh! Hello! She greeted, before slipping on her algae-covered footing and doing a face-plant in the muddy water. Spluttering, she clambered back to her feet, snorting water out of her nostrils.

Dorava paused, mid-step, bite halfway to her mouth, at the sudden dunking of her dragon. She just looked at the green for a moment, and then walked forward to look past her at the other shore. "Oh! Hello!" She waved once, entirely frustrating Mandyr, who had been this close to stealing that bite of pie. Done waving, she poked the bite into her mouth, and then started looking for a way across.

In a fairly amiable mood today, Dorava was willing to find someone and bug them ... or just plain visit, if they turned out to not mind her presence after all. It would be good to talk to someone who had a vocabulary bigger than 'Val', 'keep', and 'no'. As much as she loved her little half-blue 'mandyr, he just wasn't much of a conversationalist.

Feeling rather embarrassed, Aonith just stood there and tried not to look embarrassed.

[Kisha-Ra]

Oh look Darya, I speak of pretty greens and they appear. Azrath lifted his head fully and looked at Aonith. Just in time to see the green slip and fall on her face. Are you alright? Azrath inquired, nobly forcing the amusement he felt out of his voice. Right now he was teasing Darya, Aonith would have to wait.

Darya’s eyes flicked around and caught a flash of green hide, and one almighty splash. She smiled slightly, trying not to take too much pleasure in other peoples misfortune, even if said person was a dragon. She couldn’t honestly say she’d ever seen a dragon with an “I meant to do that” expression before…

Pretty. Prettyone come play with I. Imp dropped out of the air, abandoning Bit and her confusing ways in favour of using his very best speech on Mandyr and launching himself off a rock in the general direction of Dorava and her pretty green firelizard. Bit zoomed off rather faster, looping Dorava several times before darting away to examine Aonith. Darya rolled her eyes. ‘Hello. Ignore the menagerie if you want, they’ll drive you crazy either way.’ She wasn’t one for doing anything other than speaking her mind.