The young man was a mirror, reflecting back an empty room. He gave the bard no openings to try and tease into, no cracks to ease apart. Loren's and Weaver's comments whispered in the dragon's mind, wry warnings of the vagaries of adolescence, and this was the third time he had seen them proven. Even his offer of company and shared protection - alright, maybe not exactly shared - was rebuffed, and if he'd had moveable brows he would have raised one in surprise at hearing a Halovian chose danger over safety.
Then again, Korbin was hardly the only surly, stubbornly independent Halovian he'd met.
The dragon drew himself up regally, momentarily flummoxed and taking shelter in the native poise of the form. He turned only his head at first, watching Korbin walk past, then his sinuous neck curved to follow the young man as he moved behind easy sight.
Have I said something to offend you, Korbin Hale? he asked, far more solemnly. Or done something to earn your displeasure? If he didn't ask know it would eat him alive the whole way home, wondering why the young man wished so little to do with him.
It wasn't as though he had Deimos's excuse of being subjected to the bard's puns, after all. Not yet.
Then again, Korbin was hardly the only surly, stubbornly independent Halovian he'd met.
The dragon drew himself up regally, momentarily flummoxed and taking shelter in the native poise of the form. He turned only his head at first, watching Korbin walk past, then his sinuous neck curved to follow the young man as he moved behind easy sight.
Have I said something to offend you, Korbin Hale? he asked, far more solemnly. Or done something to earn your displeasure? If he didn't ask know it would eat him alive the whole way home, wondering why the young man wished so little to do with him.
It wasn't as though he had Deimos's excuse of being subjected to the bard's puns, after all. Not yet.
