Righteous Justice (Tags T’rid)

[Rei]

Olanreth was sunning lazily on the bank. Having been just bathed and oiled his pale hide gleamed in health. D’nar was sitting next to him skipping rocks across the surface of the water. The bronze weyrling was bored. Chores where done and he didn’t have lessons for a few more hours yet. He sighed and leaned back to look at the clouds as Olanreth raised his head to stare curiously at something. Lurching to his feet the small bronze snorted softly and began to trot quickly down the river bank.

D’nar watched his bonded with a bemused expression on his face. What’s up Olan? Another dragon is downriver. I can see him. It’s a bronze. The bronze weyrling got to his feet then. Is it K’roi? I do not think so it does not look like Gareth. I have not seen this particular bronze before. Pushing his way through the river weeds Olanreth crooned loudly in greeting to Corinth. Hello. I am Olanreth. I do not think we have met. Who are you? As his bronze spoke D’nar strode out of the weeds and fixed his eyes on Corinth. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and he searched the area for the bronze’s no good rider.

Finally finding him, sitting not far away, D’nar cleared his throat. Glaring at the other bronze rider the weyrling rider widened his stance. Olanreth in turn eyed his bonded curiously his eyes whirling in subtle greens. You do not like Corinth’s? I can feel your anger at him. Why do you dislike him so? Because he’s a prick. The response was short and quick and left Olanreth a bit confused. The young bronze sat and looked up at Corinth but didn’t repeat his bonded’s words. Although he longed to ask what in Faranth’s name a prick was. “So what are you out here doing? Looking for more green riders to knock up perhaps?” D’nar’s tone was cold and sharp and the look he gave T’rid was far from friendly. The young bronze rider was bound and determined to get revenge for Lir. No matter what.

[Avu]

Good mooooorning, Miiiiiine~
“Mnnn. Wasn’t sleeping.”
Sure you weren’t. Aren’t you going to bathe me? You said you’d bathe me, the bronze answered plaintively, flicking his tail. As if he wasn’t perfectly content to drowse in the sunlight just next to the river. T’rid sat upright, Conspiracy yawning as the firelizard flopped into his lap, crooning sleepily at His. If His said it wasn’t time to sleep anymore, then clearly it wasn’t – after all, His was perfect and so amazing~ One finger caressing the brown firelizard’s head, T’rid frowned slightly, glancing around for the fourth member of their party: Stupid. Hnn. He’d probably wandered back to see if he could find Ebolath again: Stupid had become positively frantic with jealousy when he’d learned that T’rid, Conspiracy, and Corinth had all seen Ebolath and he hadn’t been there for it. Never again would the Salamandyr sleep during the day; never again would he let His out of eyesight. Which made it kind of odd that he wasn’t perched like a sentry on top of Corinth’s head or something, just in case Ebolath decided to pass by again or something.

“I bathed you yesterday, and oiled you, too. Do you have to go? I didn’t come out here to get soaking wet.” The bronzerider scrunched up his nose, making his opinion on his dragon’s enthusiastic river-bathing perfectly clear. “You’re practically glowing – you’re not dirty at all – it’s not like you’ve fed recently, either…” And even if he had fed, in all likelihood Corinth wouldn’t have to be bathed anyway. The bronze was a ridiculously neat eater, especially considering he was a dragon and could not utilize forks and knives. In any case, the bronze dragon was glowing; it could never be said that T’rid neglected any of his mindmates, much as he might complain about having to bathe and oil them. Corinth, as it was, already had a naturally metallic shine, and the brilliant orange-bronze shade of his hide only emphasized it – not that that stopped the bronze from insisting on bathing and oiling almost daily; he liked the attention he received.

Rustle – rustle.

Bronze and rider both turned, T’rid almost completely forgetting about Stupid as Olanreth came into view. Corinth lowered his head, crooning a quiet greeting to the young bronze. Hello, he responded, flicking his tail slightly, amused by the instantaneous greeting he’d received. I am Corinth, and Mine is T’rid. You are…Olanreth? There had only been two bronzes in Millieth’s clutch; Corinth remembered. That wasn’t all that he remembered, though; His definitely did not like Olanreth’s in the least, and he remembered the reason, too: The unwarranted idea they’d had to trap Stupid, as it were; the Salamandyr’s fury and T’rid’s own anger at his pet being threatened had crashed headlong, and the resulting disgust had not faded in the least, and held true for both C’oar and D’nar, and Corinth’s head twitched sideways, just slightly, to put T’rid in his line of gaze.

It was an entirely unnecessary gesture, though; the instant reaction to D’nar’s arrival was a wave of annoyance and distaste. Did the bronzeweyrling have to burst in where he wasn’t needed, wanted, or even vaguely supposed to be? (In T’rid’s opinion, Weyrlings and Candidates should both be restricted to their Barracks and the Dining Hall; it wasn’t like they needed to go anywhere else.) Outwardly, T’rid remained impassive, though Conspiracy voiced his dislike in a petulant, confused squawk that fell silent as T’rid touched his back and wings gently with one hand, the brown firelizard butting his head against the caressing hand and staring at D’nar. As soon as he started talking, Conspiracy hissed, ruffling his wings indignantly. He didn’t like that tone – not aimed at His – again, T’rid silenced him with a click of his tongue, still stroking the firelizard’s back and wings soothingly, and then he looked up at D’nar.

“It’s a free river, Weyrling,” he countered softly. And then the bronzeweyrling’s second question made him pause; he clicked his tongue, crinkling his nose slightly. More greenriders to knock up…? He hadn’t, though – Laurie hadn’t; he was pretty sure she’d gone between after the Flight – and – what – “Raylin’s pregnant?” he blurted, both eyebrows shooting upwards. What – she hadn’t told him – Ebolath hadn’t said anything to Corinth, either – “Corinth?” he added, turning to look at the bronze disbelievingly; Corinth rumbled curiously at D’nar, tilting his head. Ebolath’s is eggheavy…? the bronze echoed, privately, to His, Ebolath didn’t say anything of the kind to me… The dragon huffed quietly, sparing D’nar another curious glance. T’rid blinked again, his hand on Conspiracy falling still, and he tilted his head to one side, scrunching his nose up again.

She was not seriously pregnant…?

[Rei]

Corinth’s greeting caused the little bronze to croon happily. Hello Corinth. You are correct. I am Olanreth and mine is D’nar. I do apologize for mine. If he gets to be too much trouble I will simply sit on him. Or throw him into the river. The young bronze eyed his and sighed. He really can be simply unmanageable sometimes. If the young bronze could have rolled his eyes he would have. Mine do try to be nice. D’nar didn’t even twitch as Olanreth bespoke him instead he simply continued to glare at T’rid.

Hero chose that moment to burst from between after sensing his rider agitation. Winging around Corinth, he chirped a greeting before landing on Olanreth’s back. Titling his head he fluted curiously to his. What had him in such a bad mood? His should not be upset about Showoff's. Showoff's was doing just fine.

D’nar ignored his flitter as well, and he eyed Conspiracy for a moment. Poor thing was stuck being loyal to that sleazebag. “Free river it is.” He countered just as coldly before taking a step forward. “Who’s Raylin? Your new plaything? So you knock up Lir and then go find someone new? Have you told her about your son? Or are you still denying his existence?” The words where spoken softly as he curled his hands into fists still staring T’rid down. “You have no right to call yourself a bronze rider. No right at all. Their isn’t anything even remotely chivalrous about you. You disgust me and further more…” The bronze weyrlings words where cut off as Olanreth sent him sprawling with one well aimed swipe of a tail. Mine! Stop this nonsense. We are not here to pick fights and you are embarrassing me! Bronze riders do not pick fights, we finish them. The bronze said his eyes whirling his annoyance.

D’nar picked himself up and brushed himself off before glaring at his dragon. I am finishing something! Poor Lir was wronged and I am defending her! Well do it in a slightly more diplomatic way. You get no where with name calling and threats. I will make you apologize if I have to. Snorting pointedly the bronze crooned to Corinth. I am sorry about him. He has not yet learned to hold himself properly. Hero ducked his head in embarrassment. His had a good heart he did. He just had problems displaying his feelings the right way. Launching from Olanreth’s back he winged over to T’rid and landed beside the bronze rider to stare in curiosity at Conspiracy. Chirping a polite hello, he examined the brown’s wing. Did it hurt? His Ellie’s was a healer. He could help if it hurt, he could.

D’nar turned back to T’rid. “Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. It isn’t right to ignore Lir and your son the way you do. How can you live with yourself? You got her pregnant you need to take responsibility for your actions. Even if Lir doesn‘t want you around she went through nine months of hell and you need to at least make an effort to be polite. You also owe her an apology I think.” His words where spoken in a slightly calmer tone but depending on T’rid’s reaction he could go right back to rage. Unfortunately D’nar had problems in that department. When he believed something he was stubborn. Horribly stubborn.

[Avu]

Corinth was odd in more than one way – and his loyalty to His was one of those ways. Should somebody actually stand a chance of harming His – harming him emotionally, or doing something physically that would take a very long time to heal – then Corinth would defend His. Otherwise, he really didn’t care, or at least, he didn’t seem to. As it was, the bronze dragon merely crooned at Olanreth, flicking his tail tip at the younger bronze. It is very nice to meet you, Olanreth. The same could not be said for His, so Corinth just left that part out; no need to agitate the younger bronze: Corinth liked hatchlings as a rule, and while he didn’t like to lie, he didn’t want to tell the truth and make him upset or anything. You needn’t apologize for Yours. I’m afraid Mine may decide to be sarcastic and mouth off, too, and probably with much less reason than Yours. T’rid’s reason: He didn’t like people. In general. At all. Except Raylin. Which was, in Corinth’s opinion, so not a good reason. He was betting that D’nar’s reason for mouthing off, as it were, was probably much less objectionable. He was hoping, anyway; if D’nar was worse than His, then Corinth would seriously have to debate about the sanity of Selenitas-hatched bronzes, himself included.

Flicking a slight glance at Corinth, T’rid would have smirked if he hadn’t been reeling internally; the idea of Raylin being pregnant made him want to throw up. He didn’t like babies – You don’t like /anyone/, Corinth interjected, reasonably – and he was very much considering begging her to go between. Or – or something. Hnn. The bronzeweyrling’s question – who’s Raylin? – made him relax visibly – and then he squinted up at D’nar again, wondering very seriously if the bronzeweyrling had somehow managed to go crazy with his mind linked to what looked like a perfectly sane bronze dragonet. Raising one hand to rub his nose, T’rid tilted his head slightly. Lir…? What…he didn’t have a son. The number of greenriders he’d slept with in the past few Turns that he could have “knocked up” (as D’nar so nicely put it) numbered two: Laurie and Raylin, and he was pretty sure that he didn’t have a son out of Laurie, considering that he’d seen her after the Flight; she’d been on his wing and she had never needed maternity leave…

Wait. Lir? He opened his mouth to comment, torn between amusement and confusion, when Olanreth took control and…swiped D’nar off of his feet. T’rid leaned forward, picking up Conspiracy to cradle the brown firelizard possessively, head tilted to one side; as long as Raylin wasn’t pregnant, he was good and D’nar was…uh, clearly crazy. Umm. Corinth? Do you know what the fastest way to evade an insane person is…? I’d suggest running, came the amused answer, Corinth crooning curiously and actually leaning forward to nudge D’nar with his muzzle. The touch was very obviously not affectionate in the least – he was just curious; the dragon’s eyes whirled rapidly in amusement. His had no hatchlings; Corinth would have heard if he did – Reysalth would have told him; Ebolath would have told him – silly bronzeweyrling; did he mean K’lir…? Didn’t he know male humans didn’t clutch, even if they were Bonded to female dragons…and anyway, greens didn’t clutch anyway…

T’rid let D’nar finish – he didn’t see the point in cutting off the bronzeweyrling; he was only making more and more of a fool of himself, after all – before he leaned forward, eyebrows rising, amusement spreading rapidly across his face as he put Conspiracy back into his lap, the brown firelizard crooning and licking his hand affectionately. “By ‘Lir’ do you mean K’lir?” he questioned, emphasizing the honorific. “Calistoth’s rider…? The one on my wing…?” He leaned back – T’rid was grinning very widely now; he very much wanted to burst out laughing. “Um…hate to break it to you – I mean, if you wanted to get pregnant or something – but men don’t get pregnant. Not even greenriders.” Pausing, the bronzerider quirked one eyebrow, and then added, “If you’ve been calling K’lir a she all the time, I don’t think it’s me that owes ‘her’” – and he sketched quotation marks in the air to emphasize his point – “an apology…though he really does look like a girl, hmm…”

[Rei]

Olanreth snorted before replying to Corinth. I am afraid mine may mouth off as well. He does not take kindly to smart comments. Especially about things he cares about and I dare say he likes Calistoth’s. For what reason I am not sure. A sudden surge of disbelief and confusion almost bowled Olanreth over and he crooned worriedly to his. What is wrong mine? The small bronze took a hesitant step towards his bonded and turned to T’rid, confusion the most prominent color display in his whirling eyes. Hero creeled unhappily and landed on his bonded to rub against the lads chin. What was wrong! He keened and nuzzled his more insistently. His did not need to be upset. He didn’t.

Corinth’s touch barely registered through the shock D’anr felt at T’rid’s words. What! Lir was a male? But she had said? Did she, or was it he, lie? He took a step towards T’rid and almost growled. “Your lying. You have to be. She told me the whole story.” The bronze weyrling shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t play with me like this T’rid you’ll regret it. I swear you will.” The words where clearly a threat. Olanreth was growing increasingly uncomfortable and he moved to stand beside his bonded. The rage his was feeling towards the bronze rider was strong and the desire to growl at the man was present. The young hatchling resisted knowing full well those where not his own feelings. Hero however had no such resistance and he positively spat at T’rid in fury, although he did not move from his bonded’s shoulder. The bronze was geared to protect, and protect he would. It was doubtful that he would ever raise a claw to a person unless they actively hurt his, but bluffing was something he would and could do.

“You are lying she said the boy was yours. When Calistoth rose at the gather your bronze chased and although she didn’t catch your bronze, her partner wasn’t there. So you willingly became the moth. She said you wouldn’t accept that she was pregnant and left her to deal with the whole thing by herself. I believe her. Knowing you, I believe you would have no problem dumping someone like that because they inconvenience you.” D’nar spat the words and dared T’rid with his eyes to disagree. He was not above attacking the man if he had to. Olanreth curled his tail about his bonded possessively. His would do no such thing.

[Avu]

The older bronze couldn’t help crooning his amusement at Olanreth’s comment. So, His liked Calistoth’s. Well, he, Corinth, liked Calistoth’s, too – he liked the Rider more than he liked Calistoth, actually. The green could be a headache when it came to wing patterns (or so T’rid told him, since Corinth didn’t get headaches and was very bemused when His did), but he liked K’lir, did Corinth…he didn’t say so, though; as soon as Olanreth moved, though, so too did Corinth. It wasn’t because he doubted T’rid could take care of himself; he didn’t – His had always carried around a belt knife, even before the Siege, and that had just about clinched it. And it wasn’t as if His hadn’t gotten into his fair share of fights at Selenitas Hold (Corinth was one of those dragons who browsed through T’rid’s thoughts when he was bored; very amusing it had proved, too), and he was still alive, wasn’t he? But his arm had been nearly snapped clean in two about five months ago, and that put him at a distinct disadvantage, to Corinth’s eyes. The bronze dragon rose to his feet, circling D’nar and Olanreth to deposit himself gracelessly in a sprawl right behind His, muzzle coming to a rest planted on top of T’rid’s shoulder, one foreleg on either side of the bronzerider.

Why is Yours calling Calistoth’s a ‘she’? Corinth questioned of Olanreth curiously, eyes whirling rapidly in his amusement at D’nar’s reaction to T’rid oh-so-kindly explaining that K’lir was, indeed, most definitely male. He rumbled quietly, his amusement even more defined now. Mine does not have a hatchling – though I wish he did, the bronze added musingly, earning a reproving look from T’rid before the bronzerider actually sprawled backwards against Corinth, raising his arms to pillow his head. He completely ignored Hero as he let D’nar talk. The effect of his ringing threat (“Don’t play with me like this, T’rid, you’ll regret it. I swear you will”) was very much ruined by the bronzerider clicking his tongue very loudly to indicate both amusement and disbelief in the same sound, as well as the fact that Conspiracy, in response to both D’nar’s threats and Hero’s hissing and spitting, actually shrieked. The brown firelizard’s eyes were whirling rapidly, the shades of yellow and orange plainly indicating that he did not take kindly to threats directed at His.

As the bronzeweyrling finished, T’rid’s smirk extended even wider across his mouth, and he deliberately flicked his gaze up at the bronze dragon, addressing him out loud negligently. “You see, Corinth? This is where you’ve gotten me – you and your only Chasing greens with male Riders.” The emphasis placed on the last phrase was undeniable, and after a moment, the bronzerider sat upright. Still he didn’t address D’nar directly; first, he looked down to his lap, stroking Conspiracy’s head, rubbing one finger along the firelizard’s eye ridges. “It’s okay – really, it is. Is it the firelizard that bothers you…? Hnn. Ignore him…if he gets too close we can get Corinth to sit on him; how’s that sound…? Or is it the kid? Well…I’d get Corinth to sit on him too, but I doubt Olanreth’d take that too well, but shush, okay…?” Hissing in agitation at D’nar, Conspiracy actually started to pull himself out of T’rid’s lap, fully intending to bite him – but he finally fell silent again after a keel at T’ridHis. He didn’t deserve to be threatened, he was better than that – the silly needed to be bitten and sat on –

And finally, T’rid turned to address D’nar, tilting his head to stare at the bronzeweyrling. He very much wanted to laugh hysterically, but he didn’t want Corinth to have to knock D’nar into the River with his head – he (Corinth, not D’nar) might get hurt – get poked in the eye or something. So he swallowed the laughter and rested his chin on interlaced fingers, staring up at D’nar. “Do you seriously – oh, bloody Faranth – you actually believed K’lir – “ He pressed his lips together, almost choking on the laughter that bubbled. “Okay, sure then, K’lir of green Calistoth is a girl,” and he deliberately layered his voice with sarcasm. “Then explain why he’s – oh, no, deepest apologies, she – is on my wing, has never needed maternity leave, and has been on my wing for as long as I can remember, much as I hate it…? And explain to me why Corinth even Chased Calistoth, then, since he was deliberately going after greens who had male Riders because I didn’t let him Chase Millieth? He doesn’t like Calistoth that much, thanks…explain to me why I was never told that K’lir was pregnant – not by ‘her’” – quotation marks again – “and not by Calistoth through Corinth. While you’re at it, explain why ‘she’ has an elided name.

“Once you’re done with that, maybe I won’t consider you entirely stupid. But then again…hnn.”

How old is Calistoth’s hatchling, anyway…? Corinth inquired curiously of Olanreth – he couldn’t make himself talk to D’nar, but he expected the hatchling would be able to answer well enough anyway.

[Rei]

Olanreth rumbled thoughtfully and tightened his grip on his, although it was hardly needed. Well my little bronze cousin tells me that Calistoth’s tried to convince him of it. Unfortunately it worked. Mine can be horrendously unobservant when he wants to be. The little bronze sighed before commenting privately to his. Narmine, it is not worth getting all upset over. Obviously this K’lir tricked you. Be grateful you found out now, before you tried to fly him or something silly like that. Snorting he again turned to the larger bronze and eyed T’rid with something close to disinterest. It was nothing personal, Olanreth just didn’t pay attention to other bondeds. Unless they spoke to him or otherwise paid him attention.

D’nar just stood, looking at T’rid with an expression close to horror, he longed to call the man a liar, but Olanreth confirmed that it was true. After all why would the bronze rider’s dragon lie? The urge to just knock T’rid out was there but not acted upon. D’nar may be stupid, but he wasn’t that stupid. Corinth would protect his bonded. If he every wanted a chance at T’rid, D’nar would have to get him alone. Hero was not in the least intimidated by Conspiracy, but the bronze didn’t act. He was busy trying to reassure his bonded with croons and nuzzles. Oh his was so very upset. He would have to ask his Ellie gold how hers helped the upset people.

D’nar very much wanted to hide now. Or melt into the ground whichever came first. Attempting to regain some shred of dignity he pushed the betrayed feeling aside for now and positively snarled at T’rid. “He was very convincing and pity you only getting some from male riders. Although I hardly feel sorry for you. After all what woman would want you? Your hardly a prize.” The bronze weyrling spat upon the ground then and glared out over the river. Olanreth rubbed his head affectionately against his bonded’s back and rumbled thoughtfully. Hmmm. How old did Mine say again. I think close to two turns? Maybe? The bronze searched his bonded’s mind for confirmation. Yes almost two turns.

[Avu]

Corinth actually crooned in amusement. The bronze was hardly as judgmental as T’rid was, but it was clear that D’nar had not managed to put himself in good placing with the dragon. T’ridHis was, at least, intelligent, though most of the time he was too lazy to bother actually using it – and Corinth knew it. He knew that he, Corinth, was intelligent, too, and the bronze was arrogant: He would doubtlessly come off as very condescending if he ever bothered to address D’nar, if he ever had to. I’m sorry to hear it, he answered politely, nuzzling T’rid’s back absently. His tongue flicked out to lick his Rider’s neck (Corinth never gave slobbery licks; his licking was purely affection and usually dry) and he squirmed, sprawling more efficiently across the ground. Mine, T’ridMine – I think you’ve won; do you want me to ask Calistoth about it later…? I can if you want…you wouldn’t have to talk to K’lirHers… Yes, Corinth had just called the greenrider by his actual name, something that all too rarely happened. The bronze didn’t even call Millieth’s by her name, Senior Weyrwoman though she was.

Why would I care about K’lir? T’rid questioned. It wasn’t an offensive question – or at least, it wasn’t intended to be – he was simply curious. If K’lir liked to mess with the heads of Weyrlingriders, he was good with it – especially if it was this particular Weyrlingrider. And he’d done it properly, too, judging by D’nar’s look; if he’d had to describe it, T’rid would have called it pure horror. Smirking, he interlaced his fingers behind his head, leaning back against Corinth lazily, eyes half-closed in a picture of relaxation. Not entirely true, but he looked relaxed. He wasn’t. T’rid really wanted to laugh at D’nar – and he almost wanted the bronzeweyrling to try to attack him, if only so that Corinth could catch him mid-air or something and drop him into a river or something (it would make his day, it would) – but he was still ready to move in case Olanreth decided to step on him or something. He didn’t know how much the bronze’s emotions were affected by D’nar’s; he was pretty sure Corinth had been vastly swayed by his emotions as a hatchling.

Oh, dear though – D’nar just couldn’t quit while he was ahead, could he? Not that he was really ahead, but – well, he was just getting more and more behind, in T’rid’s point of view. The bronzerider smirked widely, quirking his eyebrows as the bronzeweyrling snarled at him. His words didn’t hurt. At all. T’rid was arrogant enough to be completely convinced that he was better than D’nar any day, and when he spoke, he was positively drawling his words, making it very clear that he was distinctly amused by the bronzeweyrling. “Unh huh, I’m sure he was – whatever you say~” His skeptical tone said all too clearly that he doubted that K’lir was at all convincing; he’d never had a high opinion of D’nar’s intelligence, and this was only emphasizing it: Who could mistake K’lir for a girl…? Some girls lacked curves, to be sure, but – mnnnn. This was a bit much, wasn’t it…? He didn’t think he could mistake K’lir for a girl (admittedly, he’d gotten an eyeful of the greenrider nude, so that probably helped, but D’nar didn’t need to know that).

He couldn’t help raising one eyebrow at D’nar’s accusation of him only getting some with male Riders – hnn. “I’m sorry, I didn’t recall letting you into every single detail of my personal life,” he drawled, “Anyway, I’m willing to bet that I’ve gotten more than you have.” Not entirely willingly, but he didn’t need to know that. Perhaps the only person he would actually willingly sleep with would be Raylin; T’rid was very much a narcissist; nobody was worth him. Whatever: D’nar was clearly unobservant; he’d actually mentioned that there was a very real possibility of Raylin getting pregnant to him not two minutes previously, hadn’t he? Did “Raylin” should like the name of a male Rider to D’nar…? “At least I don’t go around falling in love with male greenriders,” he added sweetly. Was he baiting D’nar? Oh, yes, very much so.

Corinth rumbled, flicking his tail as Conspiracy hissed sibilantly once more at D’nar. T’rid stroked the brown firelizard into silence, even as Corinth supplied him with the information from Olanreth, and then crooned at the younger bronze. It is of no consequence anymore, but – the dates don’t even match up. I’m sure they don’t…thank you very much, nonetheless.

[Rei]

Olanreth flipped his tail from around his bonded. Oh you do not need to be sorry. I have more than enough intelligence to make up for what mine lacks. He will get better as he ages. Humans do change rapidly I am told. He will be fine. There was utter confidence in the bronze hatchlings tone. He would not have picked his if he wasn’t sure he was the one he wanted. The bronze sensed it, even before he hatched, and he had no doubt. This one was his. Thus the instantaneous impression. He had known who he had wanted. Narmine it is silly to be upset about this. Corinth’s is a big bully. Do not fall into his mind games you are above him. Walk away. He will never be anything important.

D’nar stoked Olanreth’s head absently. You just call it like it is don’t you Olan? The little bronze snorted. Of course, every action has a reaction. I am fully aware of what you would intend to do, and it is not a wise course of action. If you would listen to me more often you could save yourself many headaches. Unlike you I pat attention in class. Olanreth said flippantly and turned to eye T’rid. Really Narmine the rider is unimpressive even if his dragon is smart. Now lets get going he is not worth our valuable time. Come now. With a snort in T’rid’s direction the small bronze nudged his. D’nar eyed T’rid for a second. “I never fell in love with K’lir. In order to love someone you have to met them more than once. Then again you would know nothing about that.” He offered before turning to follow his dragon. Hero turned on his bonded’s shoulder and gave a fierce hiss. They had better not upset his pet anymore! He would see to it that they wouldn’t. He was going to tell Showoff he was! Showoff was his friend. They would be sorry they would.

((I tried to get him to stay longer but he really wants to curl up and mope ;o;))

[Avu]

The young bronze’s arrogance amused Corinth, even though he was very much aware he could come off as distinctly egotistical too. The older dragon rumbled, nuzzling the ground absently with his muzzle and then huffing; dirt sprayed upwards and the bronze crooned low in his throat. As for humans changing with time – it was really very doubtful. His hadn’t much – not for the better, anyway; Corinth had the distinct Impression he’d been much less arrogant (or at least, he didn’t act as self-centered before) back at the Hold, since he ranked as nobody. The instant that he’d Impressed, there had been new confidence. It was not that Corinth was a bronze; he’d been confident he’d Impress bronze anyway – it was that he had Impressed, and was no longer nobody. The dragon’s head drooped, his nose nudging T’rid’s shoulder; his tongue came out and he licked T’rid again, like a canine with his favorite bone – and indeed, the bronze’s position was very much reminiscent of exactly that: Possessive, loving, protective.

T’rid looked up at Corinth, allowing an affectionate grin to cross his face even as he scooted back even more snugly against the bronze; he was comfortable…Conspiracy was hissing again, bridling and glaring defiance at Olanreth and D’nar. Normally, the brown firelizard was a pleasant creature, but his first loyalty was always to His: Conspiracy would adore T’rid no matter what the bronzerider did or said, and His hated the boy in front of them – which, by proxy, meant that Conspiracy could never be comfortable around Hero or Olanreth, and if his actions said anything, he would be more than happy to defend His within an inch of his life. His broken wing had not in the least tested his loyalty to His, it hadn’t…the firelizard’s hisses rose again as D’nar spoke, and then the brown firelizard shrieked as the bronzeweyrling turned to leave, the sound intended to drown out Hero’s hiss.

“Well,” T’rid observed dryly, looking up at Corinth and quirking an eyebrow. “That was nice and pathetic…mm, couldn’t even insult someone in an original way…” He was tempted to call out after the bronzeweyrling, but after a moment, T’rid decided against it; it wasn’t as if he could embarrass D’nar any more anyway; he’d already dug himself a nice deep hole. Hnn. Raising one hand to rub his nose, T’rid sniffed, and then shrugged. “Speaking of which – Conspiracy…?” His attention directed to the brown firelizard, T’rid quirked an eyebrow, and then grinned. “You were fantastic and all, but – if you’re upset, just let me know quietly next time, okay…? We can have Corinth sit on whoever it is; that way you don’t have to hurt your throat screeching – that sound okay…?” As the brown crooned, butting his head against the bronzerider’s hand affectionately and purring, licking his fingers, T’rid looked back up at Corinth. The bronze had been watching him talk to Conspiracy in amusement, and now he crooned, and then nuzzled T’rid in the back.

Can you bathe me /now/? he asked plaintively, continuing their broken conversation as if nothing had happened.
T’rid flopped back expressively against the bronze’s hide, closing one eye and glaring through the other up at him. “Coooooriiiinth…”


((Closed~))