Eroth cocked his head to look up at his rider from where he was sprawled on his couch. Y'know G'ven, you should talk more out loud. You barely ever do.
G'ven chuckled. Believe me, you don't want to hear me try to talk out loud. It sounds horrible. You can't even tell it's a person talking.
Concerned, Eroth got up and went to sit by his rider's bed. He wouldn't be able to do that for much longer, for even a blue sized brown is too large for the human's quarters in a weyr. You have not talked enough. Talk.
G'ven reached out to scratch his lifemate's eye ridges. I wish it were that easy, Eroth.
It is that easy! Eroth insisted. Just open your mouth and talk! All the other riders do, and you're a rider, so you can do it too!
G'ven just sighed and shook his head. If only dragon logic worked.
Losing patience with his rider, Eroth streched his neck out, took G'ven's jaw gently in his teeth, and pulled down, forcing G'ven to open his mouth.
"Aagh! Eroth!" he exclaimed, clamming his mouth shut as soon as he realized he'd spoken aloud. Don't do that!
Eroth cast him a sly look. I'm your dragon, if you can't speak on your own, then I'll help you.
For the first time in his life, G'ven felt that someone would not make fun of his speech, that maybe he could actually talk without being joked about
Rider, this should not have been the first time.
