10-04-2019, 07:28 PM
The pale mare seems delighted that he has identified her correctly. This, along with her cheery demeanor and unexpected appearance, casts doubt on the tales he has been raised on. Though he is fully grown - three springs this past season - he is still hesitant to distrust his family, and instead settles on the explanation that this bright female might instead be some sort of aberration. Perhaps the others of her kind are the ones to be wary of.
Surely someone dangerous wouldn't tell him that they liked his name, or that it suited him. He has never considered its suitability; it is simply what Mother had called him when he'd pipped from his egg.
He does his best to remain still as she looks at him, curious despite himself at what she might see. This is the first time Rinn has met someone outside of his family and his father's herd, after all. Is he always a dragon? She asks, and Rinn nods.
"Of course. Horses are weak." He says this as though he tells her that the sun rises in the east; it is a known fact, one he has never questioned. But then he had never questioned the danger of nereids either, and here is one that is seemingly harmless. Harmless until she stretches her head curiously toward him, anyway.
"No." he says, as though the clawed foot that rests ever so lightly against the bridge of her own is not enough. His tone is not harsh though - only firm - and he tucks his foreleg once more against his chest. He cannot explain to her his reluctance toward physical proximity or the reasoning behind it, but he does not want to leave their conversation here, and instead picks up her comment about the geographic placement of dragons.
"My mother comes from there," accompanies a gesture west with his spiked head, toward the mainland. "Her people are dragons, but she lives here, with my father." Now he gestures north, toward their island.
@[Aquaria]
Surely someone dangerous wouldn't tell him that they liked his name, or that it suited him. He has never considered its suitability; it is simply what Mother had called him when he'd pipped from his egg.
He does his best to remain still as she looks at him, curious despite himself at what she might see. This is the first time Rinn has met someone outside of his family and his father's herd, after all. Is he always a dragon? She asks, and Rinn nods.
"Of course. Horses are weak." He says this as though he tells her that the sun rises in the east; it is a known fact, one he has never questioned. But then he had never questioned the danger of nereids either, and here is one that is seemingly harmless. Harmless until she stretches her head curiously toward him, anyway.
"No." he says, as though the clawed foot that rests ever so lightly against the bridge of her own is not enough. His tone is not harsh though - only firm - and he tucks his foreleg once more against his chest. He cannot explain to her his reluctance toward physical proximity or the reasoning behind it, but he does not want to leave their conversation here, and instead picks up her comment about the geographic placement of dragons.
"My mother comes from there," accompanies a gesture west with his spiked head, toward the mainland. "Her people are dragons, but she lives here, with my father." Now he gestures north, toward their island.
@[Aquaria]