“Y’didn’t chase ‘e last gold.” It’s said all sorts of nonchalant, as oil gets pressed into bronze hide that there is just SO MUCH OF ALL THE TIME.
« True. » The desert reveals none of its secrets in those words, though they have heavy overtones of ‘so what? You got a problem with that?’ mixed into the swirling eddies of sand.
“Been a while since you chased at all.”
« Again, true. » This time puffs of irritation respond. « You have said these questions before. » Aka, get to the point N’tael and hurry up with that oil also.
“Just wonderin’ if’n there’s somethin’ wrong. Somethin’ mayhap we got to be seein’ one’ve them dragon healers ‘bout.”
EXAGERATEED patience meets this comment, and Talzotezath finally turns his head to put a jeweled gaze upon his small lifemate. « There is nothing wrong with my ability to procreate. I simply do not desire any of those who have risen lately. »
“Seems like a li’l bit of a cop-out there, y’know.” N’tael will pause his oiling to look his dragon in the eyes. It’s a face off like when they were both so much younger, except without the animosity of before. “Janreth’s been sayin’ it’s cuz ye ain’t able to be chasin’.”
« And now you pay attention to rumor? » The laughter is as caustic as the desert grit within it. « Janreth’s a fool. You know better and I know you do not miss me chasing. »
“Alright, alright. I do. BUT,” N’tael’s finger comes up and points right at Tlazotezath’s snout, a disrespect that ONLY the little bronzerider is allowed to do near the arrogant bronze. “Niamyth is proly gonna be rising. And I gotta be sayin, I’d like t’ be the one sweepin’ Ro off her feet f’r that. And I’m gonna be needin’ your help.”
« ME. » AFRONT THY NAME IS TALZOTEZATH. « Chase that little green. I chase gold. »
“Oh don’t even Tlaz. Ye chased her afore and don’t e’en pretend like ye ain’t got one of them li’l glowbugs what she thinks about all ‘e time hunched up in a flower.” Knowing is a two way street, and in THIS THING N’tael knows better than his proud lifemate. “Jus’ be thinkin’ about it. And if’n ye’re needin’ some tips I’m sure Rha…”
« I will bite you if you even mention it. » The threat is followed by real chomping teeth, though they fall short of where N’tael’s finger still waggles in the air. « I am perfectly able to catch a green on my own. »
“I’m just sayin’…”
« OIL. NOW.»
"…and don’t e’en pretend like ye ain’t got one of them li’l glowbugs what she thinks about all ‘e time hunched up in a flower somewhere."
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These are so cool.
I love this :D