Always wonderful to see you, Valurinnth. You and yours are looking good. Praedaeth, for her part, returned her brother's lackluster greeting with one of her own, albiet one a bit more openly flattering. Her initial comment had come before Va'len's compliment, so if the secondary sentence felt tacked on then maybe it was. It wasn't like it was a lie, both Va'len
and Valurinnth were quite stunning (for another dragon) and so it was what it was. However her brother took it wasn't her business for she said she she said and it wasn't like she was in his mind to see how he handled it. The only mind she was in constantly was Oreune's, and even then her lifemate was a constant state of
whoa that hadn't really changed since their first meeting.
Maybe a bit less
SHELLS AND WHOA to a more simple
whoa. It made sense to Praedaeth anyway and really, that was all that mattered. What also mattered was her watching her brother headbutt his lifemate's hand and she smirked.
I'm pretty hungry too. I hope the meat is good."I mean, it should be? I don't see why it wouldn't be good if Va'len is feeding it to..." Perhaps one day in the future Oreune would weave herself a scrap that had all the names of Praedaeth's clutchmates on it and spend long hours by candle reading and memorizing. Today was not that day and so she struggled a little to find and place the name. Praedaeth, mouth currently full of meat and brain much the same, was of zero help.
As usual. "Valurinnth. I doubt he'd suffer something subpar to such a lovely blue as Valurinnth." She went ahead and chopped another piece, careful to watch the size and watch her fingers, before tossing it over into the maw that never seemed to close. If it wasn't for the faint feelings at the corner of her mind of being
filled, Oreune would think she just hadn't dropped three or so decent sized bits into that tiny beast.
Clearly this might turn into a problem in the future, if all that had been given so far didn't even make the notch wiggle on the starving meter.
"And thank you, for the compliment. I'm still not sure that this isn't some elaborate dream, that all these new sensations are me being set up for one massive joke." At the corners of her mind Oreune knew it might hurt Praedaeth in some manner to hear her say she didn't think this was entirely real, that it felt too good to be true, but such things didn't bother the portly green. She knew Oreune's heart too well to take it to her own, and that for every moment of disbelief there were twice as many of joy and discovery. "Sometimes it feels like I didn't even know how to look at things before Praedaeth came into my life. A bit the same for you, I take it?"
