10-30-2018, 04:36 PM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
Frankly, really? It had been too much fun not to.
A short, low chuckle escapes his throat, though he stays in his position with his head low near the grass for a while. The boy had jumped, almost literally (he hadn't been able to truly see), and it had been amusing. But not too long, and he lets Thorgal ease, and recognize, before lifting his head to look at him. The silver bay receives a small smile, seeing as he rights himself, though he cocks his head at Thorgal when he asks what he is doing here. Wasn't it obvious, he was just searching for something to eat? But he reconsiders. The question could mean so many things.
One of those things was why was he still here in Nerine - forgo that one. The other was why he would be in this less-obvious place of Nerine, the forgotten forest parts, instead of with Breckin, maybe. Or instead of running around the borders to keep intruders out. He shrugs. "Hiding." he tells him, a mischievous look to his eyes as they are slightly aqua-green at that point.
He does a lot of hiding these days - not permanently or anything, just for a few minutes for Breckin to cool down. And keeping out of Roseen's sight, also. Which thought makes him grimace. "Please don't tell me I have to explain to your mother what you are doing here." With me. He doesn't say it, doesn't want to.
The blue in his eyes becomes a decidedly normal blue again, slightly deeper in colour than is normal for him, but he doubts Thorgal would notice. "How are you doing, Thorgal?" he wants to know. Wants to hear him say he's okay. Happy. Can he do that? Or was he not happy with the situation at all, he wonders. Would this lack-of-a-solution also be a wrong choice of his parents? But was there anything better?
A short, low chuckle escapes his throat, though he stays in his position with his head low near the grass for a while. The boy had jumped, almost literally (he hadn't been able to truly see), and it had been amusing. But not too long, and he lets Thorgal ease, and recognize, before lifting his head to look at him. The silver bay receives a small smile, seeing as he rights himself, though he cocks his head at Thorgal when he asks what he is doing here. Wasn't it obvious, he was just searching for something to eat? But he reconsiders. The question could mean so many things.
One of those things was why was he still here in Nerine - forgo that one. The other was why he would be in this less-obvious place of Nerine, the forgotten forest parts, instead of with Breckin, maybe. Or instead of running around the borders to keep intruders out. He shrugs. "Hiding." he tells him, a mischievous look to his eyes as they are slightly aqua-green at that point.
He does a lot of hiding these days - not permanently or anything, just for a few minutes for Breckin to cool down. And keeping out of Roseen's sight, also. Which thought makes him grimace. "Please don't tell me I have to explain to your mother what you are doing here." With me. He doesn't say it, doesn't want to.
The blue in his eyes becomes a decidedly normal blue again, slightly deeper in colour than is normal for him, but he doubts Thorgal would notice. "How are you doing, Thorgal?" he wants to know. Wants to hear him say he's okay. Happy. Can he do that? Or was he not happy with the situation at all, he wonders. Would this lack-of-a-solution also be a wrong choice of his parents? But was there anything better?
@[Thorgal]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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