Post by shadowreine on Oct 7, 2010 21:16:36 GMT -5
J'tor knew that even a brownrider should not be out here on his own right now. Thus, he was not moving away from the bulk of his dragon, sitting on the sand and leaning against Bonjouth's solid shoulder.
He was whittling at a piece of driftwood, although he had little in the way of artistic talent and was producing only a vague shape.
"There are days, Bonjouth, when I wonder if I shouldn't have stayed on the northern continent."
The brown rumbled.
"You're right. That would not have worked very well."
He was whittling at a piece of driftwood, although he had little in the way of artistic talent and was producing only a vague shape.
"There are days, Bonjouth, when I wonder if I shouldn't have stayed on the northern continent."
The brown rumbled.
"You're right. That would not have worked very well."
