"So, Narveth, any females catch your fancy lately?" J'ran asked his brown dragon.
Narveth looked up from his dragonbed and blinked. Not particularly, no. I thought it was usually the other way around, me begging you to let me chase? He asked teasingly.
J'ran just shrugged and grinned. "Well, actually, now that you mention it, there's a queenrider at a place called Coeptus Weir. Her dragon's rising soon." He hinted none too subtly.
Narveth laughed and gave the draconic equivilent of a smirk. Ah. I see how it is. What's her name?
"Aven." J'ran said, almost reverently. "She's got beautiful dark brown eyes, curly brown-black hair, and-"
Narveth coughed, though it sounded suspiciously like a chuckle. Actually, I was talking about her dragon.
"Oh." J'ran said, distinctly blushing. "Her name's Elariath. She's a gold."
My, how eloquent you are, rider-mine. The brown said dryly.
J'ran crossed his arms and frowned. "Well, are you with me on this or not?"
Patience, rider-mine. I'm sure we'll get there in plenty of time to woo our respective ladies. Narveth said, still chuckling.