Amaris was not known for her patience, but she hid the itching need to extract answers from this man well. Dramyrth was even less patient than she, and less likely to hide such things. Low grumbles vibrated through him, audible only to her for now, given the way he was stretched across her shoulders - she felt them rather than heard them.
Golden eyes (from both the Blade and her dragon) narrowed as the man belatedly spoke, nonsensical babble that only cemented in the Accepted's mind what they were dealing with. He's sick, the thought settled comfortably in her mind - now she merely had to ascertain what the man was. She got no sense from the ring upon her finger about him, no hint that he was a fellow Accepted - which left a few other options, some savoury, others decidedly less so.
"What's a Kraai?" Making no motion to give direction, the Blade merely threw the question back at the man, aiming to get some clarity from this mess. Then the man was looking at her - no, at Dramyrth - and she sent pulses of amusement through their bond as the dragon varied from enjoying being the object of admiration to annoyance that the man thought him fake somehow.
"He is quite real," she supplied, arching an eyebrow as the dragonling lifted his head to give a broad yawn, teeth on full display. "And he does bite, quite hard."
Golden eyes (from both the Blade and her dragon) narrowed as the man belatedly spoke, nonsensical babble that only cemented in the Accepted's mind what they were dealing with. He's sick, the thought settled comfortably in her mind - now she merely had to ascertain what the man was. She got no sense from the ring upon her finger about him, no hint that he was a fellow Accepted - which left a few other options, some savoury, others decidedly less so.
"What's a Kraai?" Making no motion to give direction, the Blade merely threw the question back at the man, aiming to get some clarity from this mess. Then the man was looking at her - no, at Dramyrth - and she sent pulses of amusement through their bond as the dragon varied from enjoying being the object of admiration to annoyance that the man thought him fake somehow.
"He is quite real," she supplied, arching an eyebrow as the dragonling lifted his head to give a broad yawn, teeth on full display. "And he does bite, quite hard."
Amaris
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