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Dusty Roads Make Dirty Feet
Topic Started: May 2 2014, 10:13 PM (460 Views)
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Long ago, as a younger man, Eyse actively pursued love. In those first lonely years at the Academy, he’d dabbled in relationships with all sorts of men; there was Kegan the wolfrider, Bartolomeo the cook, Aron the blacksmith, and others with names and occupations he’d since forgotten. None of those liaisons led to anything lasting. The wolfrider left him for a woman whose breasts and hair Eyse couldn’t hope to compete with, the cook enlisted and went off to war, never to be seen again, and the blacksmith… there was a good reason he didn’t go down to the armory anymore, not that he had much reason to venture over there to begin with. After the series of failed attempts, he’d resolved to dedicate his life to his one true love: science, namely the study of living organisms. Burying himself in his work distracted him from his loneliness and provided him with what sounded like a legitimate excuse not to date. How could he be expected to go out with men his colleagues threw at him when there was so much left to be discovered, so many biological mysteries to unravel? Intimate companionship, he decided, simple wasn’t for him. Later, Agnir hatched out and crawled across the sands into his life, and nothing was ever the same again. How foolish he’d been, to try and cultivate a bond with another person! Nothing in all the world compared to the bond he had with his dragon, nothing even came close. Agnir filled a void in his soul he’d tried to pretend didn’t exist so completely there simply wasn’t room for anything else.

Or so he’d thought. When Baptiste Fabron stumbled—almost literally—into his pattern of daily existence, everything changed again. Emotions and physical desires he’d thought himself beyond stirred once more. He found himself thinking of the other man all the time, wishing they were together when they weren’t and relishing every moment they spent with one another. He wanted Baptiste, in so many ways.

Their journey together had been fraught with challenges, but they’d prevailed. Now, at last, they were free to grow closer together in peace. After the Academy’s last dragon hatching, Baptiste had finally asked Eyse out on a formal date. They were to go and visit a tent city. Eyse wasn’t entirely certain why the man who’d come to hold such an important place in his heart wished so fervently to go there, but he agreed anyway. Experiencing other cultures was something he was all for.

He’d dressed differently for the occasion, donning a smart new jacket, his favorite scarf (orange, like Agnir) and a brand new shirt. Additionally, he’d bathed extensively, worn cologne and combed his normally messy hair. In his mind, he looked handsome, and he hoped Baptiste would find him attractive as well.

After all, it had been a long, long time since he’d last longed for love. He wanted this attempt to work.
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Requin was past her breaking point. Baptiste had always been a stickler for looking presentable, but this now was to a degree she was not prepared for. For the first time, in a long time, her rider was fully smitten after ages of striking out in love. The ones that came before Eyse she had no particular fondness towards and some were best forgotten. She liked Eyse though, thought he was good for Baptiste, and what's more Baptiste liked him in turn. So much so that it was making him behave like a damned adolescent that had no experience whatsoever and, while at times it was cute, today it was just irritating.

Baptiste spent hours yesterday trying to find the right outfit for his first date with Eyse, which Requin was forced to offer up her opinions on. She didn't see why, Baptiste almost never agreed with her. He'd gone through countless outfits and even more mood shifts which Requin had to tolerate with quiet dignity and grace. But her patience was really starting to wear thin.

"Requin!" He called out. "Do you remember where I put my shoes?!"

The Water dragoness rolled her eyes. "They're on the mantle! You put them there so that you could easily remember!"

She heard a crash and a single 'dammit' coming from his room down the hall and groaned.

Baptiste emerged a few moments later, working out any imaginary wrinkles his mind came up with. "Honest opinion; what do you think?" He asked briskly.

Requin looked him looked him over once, then twice. Baptiste was wearing a single white button down shirt, cotton by the looks of it, with an opened collar, wide enough to get a hint of his toned chest, and light brown khakis that gave the look a natural laid back feeling. He kept his stubble for the more rugged approach and his hair parted to one side with a few loose strands hanging over his brow.

Requin gave Baptiste a contemplative nod. "I think it looks good. Now, you should get your shoes and socks on before you're late and, consequently, making me late as well. I have to meet up with Agnir after all."

Baptiste let out a heavy sigh. He still wasn't one hundred percent satisfied, but Requin did have a point. He figured it was better being a nine and on time than a ten and late and got his shoes and socks off of the mantle to put them on.

They were out the door a minute later and soon parted ways as they each headed for their own separate destinations. Requin only hoped this didn't end in disaster. She and Agnir had just started trying to build a romantic relationship of their own and she certainly didn't want any awkwardness between them should this date between their riders not go as planned.

Baptiste fussed with his hair as he made his way outside the Academy walls, looking into every reflective surface he passed by. It took a few minutes, but he soon found Eyse waiting for him. His worries melted almost as soon as he saw his lover's sweet face. He was all dolled up for the occasion, that orange scarf offsetting his entire ensemble. To most Eyse might look ridiculous, but Baptiste thought he looked just perfect.

He casually strode up to him. "Hi there." Baptiste greeted with his best smile.
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He'd never been good at clothing himself; he knew perfectly well how outlandish his usual manner of dress looked to the human eye, even relishing the odd reactions he coaxed out of those who witnessed his ill-fated forays into fashion. The opinions of others rarely mattered. He wanted to be liked, yes, and if his terrible fashion sense made people laugh, all the better. Nobody was ever cruel to him about it, so why change his habits?

Only when Baptiste came strolling along--handsomely dressed and smiling and seeming to exhibit every trait Eyse adored at once--did he wonder if he might appear foolish. The other man's trade was fashion, so he'd likely have heard about it by now. It was entirely possible Baptiste circumvented the topic to preserve his feelings, he supposed. Whatever the case, there was no going back to his room and changing outfits now.

"Hi there yourself," he said, winking, "ready for our excursion? You look prepared, if you don't mind my saying so."

Eyse cast a worried glance back at the Academy. "I hope Requin's feeling tolerant today. Agnir was in rare form this morning; nearly burnt an entire table at breakfast. Don't ask why, it's too ridiculous to even think about."

Recently the scholar wondered if his inability to find a lasting relationship had something to do with his dragon, or rather, him constantly fretting over his dragon. He often thought he sounded more akin to a weary parent than a dragonrider... perhaps it turned some men off? Baptiste never minded, at least, he hadn't mentioned minding, but again, this could well have been out of politeness. It would probably be best if he tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. Today was about the pair of them, after all.

"But enough talk of dragons and fire, let's be on our way! You seemed so eager to go, I imagine you've got loads of interesting things to point out to me. I've got a few ideas myself, but it all depends on you. Whatever you'd like, I'm up for." He said.
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Baptiste blushed a little at Eyse's praise.

"Thank you." He said and gave his boyfriend a once over with a bright smile that seemed to grow brighter as he took more of Eyse in. "And you look ready to take on the world, if I may add."

He turned to look at the Academy wall. "Requin was actually pretty anxious to see him today. I think he'll be on his best behavior with her. One look from her big blue eyes can be very persuasive." He proclaimed with a hint of jest.

He made a small chuckle as Eyse quickly changed the topic and Baptiste offered him his arm. "I'm up for most anything as well, and quite eager to see what you have in mind. I just hope I don't disappoint."
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Leisurely strolls weren't rarities, even with an effervescent fire dragon in one's company. Even so, Eyse found himself treasuring their journey to the tent city, taking in sights, smells, anything which would help fix this day in every aspect of his memory forever. He was a scientist by trade but a romantic in heart and soul, and desperately wanted to believe this was the next important landmark on the road to spending the rest of their lives together. To think of such distant events was foolish and he knew it; yet still, the fevered pumping of his heart and the odd heat perfusing his body with its every beat made him long to dream of far-off, fanciful things. He did not speak his feelings, fearing Baptiste might see them--and him, by extension--as reaching, instead opting to draw his love's attention to their surroundings. Refraining from speech altogether was impossible. Eyse was just as verbose as his draconic companion at times, particularly when said companion was elsewhere. For all he loved Agnir--and he loved him as much as anyone ever loved anything--he knew two of them talking some poor unfortunate passerby's ears off at any given time was more than most sane human beings (and dragons, for that matter) could bear. At present, Agnir was back at the Academy, probably babbling Requin into unconsciousness... which left Eyse with the duty of staving off silence, a task he readily undertook.

"You see that plant there? Oh, it's sort of fern-like, except it's not a fern at all. Yes, that one there! It's a mimosa. They're called the "sensitive plant;" an odd name, isn't it? Plants don't really have emotions, at least not as far as we know, but that's not what the colloquialism refers to, actually. Stroke the leaves a bit!" He veered off of the road to do just that. "You see? The leaves curl inward! Nobody's really sure why, but I'll wager it has something to do with predators. I mean, plant-eaters, not dragons and dires and such."

The scholar returned to the path, grinning. "I've been trying to figure out how it does that. No leads just yet, mostly because my best magnifying lens is broken. New equipment's so expensive, I've half a mind to get one of the lava or fire dragons back home to fashion one for me, except, I can never get a moment away from Agnir. I can't very well ask someone else's beast for such a favor, not in his presence, he'll take it as an insult and probably attempt to prove he can do it just as well as any of them. You know him. It'd be a disaster." He said.

Ahead, the tent city sprawled in front of them, a hive of eclectic people buzzing in and out of their makeshift homes. "You never did tell me why you wanted to come here. Not that I'm objecting, far from it! It's just, I'm awfully curious and as a scholar, I prefer to sate my curious little urges as soon as possible. " Eyse blinked, blushing, realizing how easily his words and longing tone could be misconstrued as innuendo. "About people, I mean, ah, their culture."

Thoroughly embarrassed (and now recalling how fervently he wanted other curious urges explored), he charged forth. "I think I see someone selling herbal remedies!" He shouted.
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Baptiste listened as Eyse explained to him the qualities of the mimosa plant, which he was finding to be a genuinely interesting subject of discussion. He looked on in wonder at the strange plant that curled and wilted at his lover's touch and kneeled down, on one knee, to try it for himself. He raked the tip of his finger along a small stem of leaves and made an amused chuckle as the tiny leaves pulled away from him.

"Fascinating." He piped.

Baptiste did this few more times before rising back up onto his feet and taking Eyse's arm once more as they continued down the path. He listened to everything else the other scholar said and made a note to surprise him with a new magnifying lens sometime within the next few days.

When he heard Eyse mention 'curious little urges' and begin to blush as he explained himself, Baptiste giggled a little. An embarrassed Eyse was just too adorable not to cherish.

"Not to worry, love." Baptiste said with a smile. "I understood your meaning.

He then cleared his throat to answer his lover. "I wanted to bring you here because there is a great deal of ethnic diversity at this site and I thought if anyone could appreciate that, it was you." Now it was Baptiste's turn to blush, thinking of how sweet yet corny that must have sounded to the other man.

The scholar then took off with his lover to a stand where, indeed, there was an elderly man with a pipe selling herbal remedies that purportedly cured all sorts of ailments; from common colds to rare viruses. Curiously, Baptiste picked up a small green spherical bottle, that fit in the palm of his hand, and began to read the label.

"Rajesh's Miracle Panacea." He said quietly to himself. Not holding my breath...

Baptiste read the label to himself. Thick herbal solution purges the body of any and all toxins and doubles as a personal lubric-

He didn't even finish the label before Baptiste placed the bottle back on the table, his face red as an apple.


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Requin didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was nervous. She didn't want to be and thought it was ridiculous! She knew Agnir, had known him for a long while now, and they were very fond of one another. Just because they were trying to pursue a romantic relationship didn't mean anything really had to change very much between them. She was still the same old Water dragoness and he the same Fire dragon. Yet, Requin couldn't shake away the butterflies in her belly.

Ever since the night of the Banquet, when she'd 'kissed' Agnir, the events had been playing in her head over and over again every night just before she slept. Each time, Requin felt her heart flutter and her shark like hide heat up.

She made it to Agnir and Eyse's door, in the Dragon Barracks, and took a deep cleansing breath before knocking, hoping Agnir didn't destroy too many items before reaching the door.
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To Eyse's immense dismay, it appeared as though the elixir the elderly gentleman was so enthusiastically hawking was, in the end, little more than another purported cure-all. A quick examination of the vials told him all he needed to know; since it allegedly rid the body of toxins, it probably made anyone gullible enough to drink it vomit, urinate or defecate embarrassing volumes. There were some plants which biologists had found to increase liver or kidney function, which would, in theory, help rid the body of toxic elements... but somehow Eyse doubted the fellow in front of him was peddling anything with strong scientific backing. Apparently the elixir also acted as an effective lubricant--so that was why Baptiste set it down so quickly--which was, Eyse decided, probably the more accurate claim.

Since dishonest salesmen rarely divulged their "secret ingredients," he didn't feel as though he'd learn anything more by asking. A part of him was curious about whether or not the substance was oil or water-based; compounds which were water-based provided better, safer lubrication for sexual activities, and if it were oil-based, some unfortunate buyer might find themselves with an infection after use. If the man would just let him pour a few drops onto his fingers... but no, then Baptiste might think he was being presumptuous.

He chose not to inquire about a free sample. If their date got hot and heavy, he'd prefer a well-vetted lubricant... one he knew wouldn't leave either of them worse for having used it.

"Probably not worth the coin he's charging," Eyse whispered, "I have no doubt it gets toxins out, though probably not in ways most people would appreciate. As for his other assertion, well, I'd advise against that, too. Plants--I'm assuming he used mainly plant ingredients--tend to be oily, and oil, mucous membranes and bacteria don't mix, if you catch my meaning."

A woman sauntered past them wearing scarcely any clothing, a basket full of what smelled like oven-fresh bread in her arms. Baked goods did not a proper dinner date make, but the scent made his stomach rumble. He flipped his scarf over his shoulder, grabbed Baptiste by the hand and pointed in the direction the woman went. "Let's try some of those, shall we? They smell magnificent."

He'd not missed Baptiste's explanation of why they were there. "I think sometimes you have to get out of your comfort zone and experience how others live, don't you? Not because you're meant to feel pity for them--pity's far less helpful than empathy, in my mind--but... oh, you get inside their shoes for a moment and it tells you more about why they think or act the way they do, does that make sense? What I'm saying is, other ways of life aren't necessarily bad just because they're different. Variety is the spice of life, I always say!"

It wasn't long before they caught up with the woman. Eyse placed a hand gently on her shoulder and she spun around, revealing a basket full of steaming rolls... and quite a lot of her bare skin, too. "I'd like two of those," he explained, pointing to the bread, "name your price... er, well, within reason!"


Before that day, it hadn't occurred to Agnir how utterly messy a bed of hot coals was.

Since he'd hatched, his preferred sleeping arrangements included ash, sand and bits of coal warmed by his very own flames. Agnir also liked to place rounded shards of glass around his bed; when the light from the warmed coals hit them just right, they made flickers of color dance around the room, and the myriad of hues the glass produced reminded him of his own prismatic hide. Eyse never objected to the unusual bedding; from what the scholar read, most fire dragons had similar nests... excepting the glass, which was a peculiarity unique to Agnir. The two of them lived in relative harmony despite the fiery conditions of their room, and as long as the room was well-ventilated, neither party was adversely affected.

Requin was coming to visit him today, though, and she was not a fire dragon. Her element was water... his opposite. This presented a problem. After Agnir expressed his anxieties about her drying up like a dead fish on the beach, Eyse had entire buckets of ice-water brought up to their room. Agnir had then dug a sizable trench in his bedding, lined it with the pieces of glass he so treasured, and filled it with the water. It would accommodate most of Requin's body comfortably and help offset the heat of the room.

Unfortunately, the place was still filthy with ash and soot. His scales were not normally darkened by the stuff, but hers might be less attuned to such elements and being in the room might blacken her beautiful body... which would not earn him any points, he was sure.

He'd contemplated scrapping the entire idea and sending her word that their date would take place elsewhere, except he ran out of time. Before he knew what was happening--he'd been rearranging the glass to make it more attractive--Requin was knocking at their door. After taking a deep breath and praying she wouldn't judge the room too harshly, he walked calmly, carefully to the room's entrance to greet her.

"Hallo!" He called, smiling at the sight of her. "Welcome to our little part of the Academy. It's not much, really, but it's home, and home is where the heart is, right? Wait, no, your heart's in your chest, isn't it? So... is your home in your chest? Not a great metaphor, is it? Oh well... come in, come in, I've made you a little pond so you don't get too warm."
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"Oh, absolutely." Baptiste responded. "But many might disagree. To sell any product, one vital ingredient is not the merchandise itself, but how the trader holds himself. It's amazing, the power of suggestion. In my observations, people often best respond to the ones who project their voice and exude a great deal of confidence. Seldom do they act critical to the more energized and flamboyant merchants, but will be nothing but questions to those who are more quiet and placid; yet in the entire scheme we, as intelligent individuals, know it is not the seller that matters, but what they are even selling."

Baptiste stopped himself with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Sorry, love. Don't know why I suddenly started yammering on about that. Perhaps you and Agnir have begun to rub off on me." He leaned in and gave his lover's cheek a kiss with a smile. "Not that I mind, of course."

He listened intently as his love spoke of exploration and immersing yourself within another culture, or merely trying to place yourself into the position of another, and gave him a vigorous nod.

"Oh, I wholeheartedly agree. Being able to walk down the path of another for a time opens doors and perspectives that will never leave you and help you grow mentally. I find it one of the best ways to gain wisdom and insight from the world around you." He stated in an almost wistful sounding voice.

As he was dragged up to the lady with the wonderful smelling bread, Baptiste squeezed Eyse's hand gently; just a little gesture of tenderness. The young woman seemed surprised as she was approached by them, but still managed a smile when she realized that the young man was asking to buy some of her rolls.

She held up two fingers.

"Copper?" She asked in a heavily accented voice; nodding slightly. "Two copper piece?"

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Requin's shark like face brightened at the greeting, giggling happily at Agnir's exuberance and adorable chatter. She stepped inside and her big blue eyes lit up when she saw the trench.

"Oh Agnir!" She exclaimed. "That's so thoughtful and sweet of you!" Quickly, she reached up and nuzzled her nose against the fire dragon's with affection before trotting up to Agnir's nest and inspecting the pond.

"Why... Why you even decorated it! You didn't have to do that for me!" Requin then used the tip of her tail to test the water. "And just the right temperature."

She slid her large body into the pool slowly and gently to make sure she didn't splash about and put out the coals of Agnir's nest. Requin sighed with contentment and beamed up at her companion.

"Thank you, Agnir." She said sweetly with a smile.
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His stomach was growling with embarrassing fervor, and the rolls smelled divine. Whatever herbs she'd used in the dough were extremely fragrant; was that a hint of rosemary he detected? He had a nose for such things. "Right," he said, "two copper pieces. It just so happens I've got enough coin right here in my pocket."

A look of panic washed over him as he stuck his hand into the front right pocket of his jacket. There was a hole in the bottom. But... he'd put all his money in there and hadn't heard any coins clattering to the ground... there was no way a hole could've magically appeared since he'd left the Academy. Perhaps walking jostled the coins out? Eyse spun around, eyes on the dirt beneath his feet. "There's no need to panic, Baptise, but I might have maybe just become broke. Not permanently, mind you, just for the day. I don't think there's any sense retracing my steps; someone will have picked up the coins by now, and I can't say I-"

An epiphany. He fumbled around in his left pocket and heard the satisfying clink of copper coins hitting each other. "Oh," he squeaked, blushing. "Sorry about that, I guess I'm a tiny bit nervous. Want things to go right and all. I'm on a date, you see."

The woman accepted his money without comment. She had a kind of knowing look on her face, but was kind enough not to poke fun at his frayed nerves. Once she handed him two rolls, she went on her way... but not before giving him a wink.

"Well, here we are," he said, offering one of the rolls to Baptiste, "these look positively amazing! I think she used rosemary in the dough. Or maybe... maybe it's thyme, I get those two mixed up occasionally. Normally I'm very good at identifying plants by their smell, but I confess, I'm not very good at cooking."

One bite confirmed his original hypothesis. "It's rosemary. Mmmm, delicious! Bread's fascinating, isn't it? A bunch of humble ingredients that don't amount to much on their own, but together, wow!" Oblivious as he was to most social conventions, he continued rambling with a mouthful of food. "What's really interesting is the use of yeast. It's ingenious, that, using yeast to make the dough rise. Really innovative, makes you wonder who thought it up in the first place. People are so clever."

It only took him two more bites to finish the thing, and when he was done, Eyse found he was still hungry. There was flour on several of his fingers, and he licked them clean one by one, managing to get a little white powder on his upper lip. "Delightful! Any other culinary suggestions? Or perhaps you're in the mood for a bit more exploring? I'm game for anything. Take me wherever you like!"



Her touch robbed him of all powers of speech. He'd never met anyone who could take his breath away so completely... it was an extremely temporary effect, but profound nonetheless. The fire dragon stood in his doorway--shocked and still--for a few seconds before shaking his head and returning to reality. "You're welcome," he said, following her into his lair.

"So," Agnir continued, "this is my--well, our, I do share it with Eyse after all--home... room... place. You know, where we sleep and stuff. It's not much, but it works. Eyse doesn't spend a lot of time here anyway. Do you know, half the time he falls asleep in the Archives and I have to come get him? It's embarrassing, like having a... a baby duck or something, that you've got to look out for constantly. You turn your back for one minute and he's gone off again. They're so fragile, aren't they? Humans, I mean, very squishy. And tiny. And... no, wait, I've said squishy already."

Belatedly recalling the traumatic experience Requin and Baptiste had in recent months, he chose to amend his statement. "Not that it's there fault, of course. They can't help it. That's why they need us to look out for them... and each other, they need each other, I think. For when we can't be there. Like when they go into buildings too small for us to fit in! Who makes those buildings, anyhow? It's discrimination! I mean sure, the houses and such are for people, but dragons are people in our own way, and they should build things to accommodate people of our size."

He coughed, realizing he hadn't let her get a word in since she thanked him. "Ah, but enough about me, tell me about you! How's your, uh, life and everything?"
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Baptiste thought they might have had a small crisis on their hands as Eyse seemed to have lost his coin. He quickly reached for his own coin purse but paused when Eyse found the coins he'd been in frantic search for. As the woman gave them a wink, Baptiste couldn't hold back a slight blush, but he gave her a gracious nod as she left all the same.

Being with Eyse made him feel like a teenager again, looking down at his shoes as he fidgeted nervously with his hands. In those days, love felt more natural, more innocent and serene and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every bit of it. Sometimes the old fashioned notions simply were the best ones, he thought with a smile.

The water rider happily took the roll Eyse offered with a small 'thank you, darling' and took a bite.

"Mmm! Couldn't agree more! It's simply divine." Baptiste stated. "It's very buttery and practically melts in your mouth while the aroma of the rosemary tantalizes your sense of taste. One reason I love this area, the bakers and the chefs always put their heart into their meals and use old handed down recipes that go back generations and have been expounded upon and perfected through the years."

After quickly finishing his roll, Baptiste hooked his arm through Eyse's with a twinkle of excitement in his eye.

"As a matter of fact, I know this small little kitchen that cooks up some of the best chicken curry and rice." He answered and began to lead the way, a big dopey smile never leaving his face.


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As her companion spoke, Requin looked around the flat. It was quaint and functional, not like her's and Baptiste's home which was far too exuberant to her tastes at times. She quite liked this set up, simple as it was. She often times wished her rider didn't prefer such a lavish lifestyle, but then again he wouldn't be Baptiste if that were the case.

Soon her gazed was fixed solely on Agnir, whom she'd been listening to as she took in her surroundings. She giggled and nodded in agreement as he spoke of his rider and how he'd fall asleep in the Archives and of how they had a duty to their riders to keep them safe. Though many could find it difficult to listen Agnir's near constant chatter, Requin hung onto every word and found it endearing since, ultimately, his heart was in the right place.

"Well, Baptiste and I have been well. Ever since the hatching it's been a bit of a whirl wind." Requin admitted. "I've yet to speak one on one with my daughter as wyrmling training leaves her and her rider quite busy and tired. Baptiste and I have been minding the store and he's finally began to travel again, looking for articles to add to the archive, though we never go alone anymore. Certainly not a good idea no matter how you look at it."

They spoke to one another until the hours drove on well into the early evening as dusk set in and their riders returned. Requin just knew they had to do this again, really soon!
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