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T'rik [WW] - 29 - he/him/his - Rider of Blue Kiyanarth
Ah, Flights… Always fun, in T’rik’s humble opinion. Plus as this was Khamaith’s first, it had a certain, sweeter taste to it.
Yes. It was ever so sweet. You feel ready to face the day, T’rikMine? There was an oddly saccharine tone in the normally-sarcastic blue’s voice.
What? And miss out on pillow talk?
For a moment there was silence- the kind of silence that came from someone very obviously attempting to hide snorts of laughter.
T’rik opened his eyes to study his bedmate. Male, this time- not unusual, but he had been hoping to find Qiana, perhaps… sturdy where he wasn’t, which was nice. Did he have big hands? Well, details like that didn’t really matter now.
Who is he?
Alzarth’s rider. Flies with Amairrith and… More subtle-but-not-really concealed laughing, and T’rik sighed. Well, he recognised the face, even if he couldn’t put a name to the rugged man. “You know, I know a lady who can get us some really fancy tea if that tickles your fancy. Or klah. I prefer klah myself- nothing like a good cuppa something strong to get you up in the morning.” The grin turned mischievous. It was the only way T’rik knew how to be.
Golly, you are so annoying. I hope he throws you out. Kiyanarth mused happily from his ledge, tail curled primly around his three limbs, wings furled against his glittery blue body.
“So, Khamaith at last huh. I bet that clutch is going to be filled with such lovely dragons. Wouldn’t happen to know who won, would’ya?” If K’on wasn’t awake yet, then nothing would wake him.
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