Ph'dan
Ph'dan sighed to himself as he gazed at the portrait of Larielle. He still couldn't believe she was gone though he'd been living with the fact for over a month now. He still half-expected her to arrive on a transport dragon and demand to know where he was.
But there was no use in hoping that, she was gone. He had a dragon to tend to now. Involuntarily, Ph'dan gazed over at the slumbering brown. Jemth would be waking any second now, demanding either to be fed, oiled, or both. He had to wonder what would have happened to the little brown had Larielle not died and he not come to Dark Moon.
I'm wondering what would happen if you didn't feed me, Jemth drawled, sitting up. My belly is feeling very empty.
Ph'dan chuckled. I thought it was a bit late for you to be sleeping. Let's go fill up that empty belly of yours.
You were thinking about the woman who died, Jemth replied. It is good for you to think about her. So I didn't want you to stop.
Ph'dan paused in the middle of tying his boot and eyed his dragon. The brown was only a sevenday out of the shell and yet he was so understanding. How did you know that?
Jemth shrugged. It makes you happy to think about her. It makes me happy when you're happy.
I guess it does make me happy... Ph'dan mused. Well, that's something to think about. Are we getting you food or not?
Do you want me to chew up your clothes instead? Jemth asked in a mock-serious tone, cocking his head to look up at his rider.
C'mon, you glutton. I don't think my clothes would taste very good anyway.
Me niether. Probably very stringy.