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05-11-2013, 01:50 AM
It is not missed, that common reaction to the size and breadth of the bronzen stallion. An ear is tilted outward in the barest sign of the amusement that glowed behind his cat-slitted, golden eyes. At least here, within his home that he had helped found beside his beloved, the reaction was a sign of amazement and awe, bearing nothing of defensive wariness that so often had marred earlier encounters in his life.
That ear twitched again as he noted the anxious hitch and stirr of the other stallion while he gently investigated the egg Destrier guarded. A simple smile was offered in the wake of his observation, eyes watchful as the black stud visibly wrestled with the information the hybrid had imparted. Enormous leathery wings rustled as he partially flexed them before settling against his sides again, waiting patiently for the WingLeader to come to grips with the meaning of what he guarded.
Satisfaction took over from simple patience as that earlier amazement awoke afresh, this time for the egg. A pleased rumble, echoing the crash of the waves below, momentarily escaped Vikram. "Yes. She will be a green." His words were full of certainty, without a trace of doubt. Then he chuckled, a deep and rich sound. "My half-siblings and I all hatched from eggs just like this one, only much, much bigger. Your little girl is of Akaith's kin, and will not grow near as big as our lovely gold." There was an undeniable trace of affection as he spoke of his mate's bonded.
And then he paused, considering. "She will be larger than Zaffre, he is small for one of the common varieties of dragons. Perhaps of a size with Kiba, or larger. Females are usually larger than males, but can vary on individuals." He made comparisons based on dragons he was sure the WingLead had most likely encountered, or at least would know as the more recognizable members of the regular flock.
That ear twitched again as he noted the anxious hitch and stirr of the other stallion while he gently investigated the egg Destrier guarded. A simple smile was offered in the wake of his observation, eyes watchful as the black stud visibly wrestled with the information the hybrid had imparted. Enormous leathery wings rustled as he partially flexed them before settling against his sides again, waiting patiently for the WingLeader to come to grips with the meaning of what he guarded.
Satisfaction took over from simple patience as that earlier amazement awoke afresh, this time for the egg. A pleased rumble, echoing the crash of the waves below, momentarily escaped Vikram. "Yes. She will be a green." His words were full of certainty, without a trace of doubt. Then he chuckled, a deep and rich sound. "My half-siblings and I all hatched from eggs just like this one, only much, much bigger. Your little girl is of Akaith's kin, and will not grow near as big as our lovely gold." There was an undeniable trace of affection as he spoke of his mate's bonded.
And then he paused, considering. "She will be larger than Zaffre, he is small for one of the common varieties of dragons. Perhaps of a size with Kiba, or larger. Females are usually larger than males, but can vary on individuals." He made comparisons based on dragons he was sure the WingLead had most likely encountered, or at least would know as the more recognizable members of the regular flock.
