Ridermine? I have a question to ask you... P'grin turned to face the direction that his dragon's voice had come from. "What is it?" Kahoo twittered upon his shoulder, busy preening herself. Well, it is more of a request...one I do not know if you will want to agree to. Standing slowly, P'grin approached his dragon using images the blue sent to him to navigate the room. He kept the floor relatively clean and never moved the sparse furniture around, so he knew the floorplan by heart now. Macbeth just wanted to be sure and maybe butter him up a little...

"Well, tell me. I'll do what I can." he replied, flopping against the blue's side with a sigh. I would like to chase a very beautiful blue with sunset dragon called Antliath at Darkling Dawn... His voice faded out at the end as if he expected P'grin to shout at him. Far from it, P'grin's heart fell. This was something he had known and feared would come. Would being blind affect his dragon in any way? Nonsense! Macbeth jumped in hurriedly, soothing his rider's low self-esteem. I can catch any female, no matter if you could see or not! P'grin felt the blue puff up in masculine pride underneath him and chuckled softly. "I know you can, 'Beth. Very well, we will chase your Resaldith."

Macbeth rumbled in deep pleasure. "And for future reference..."

Yes, ridermine?

"Don't be so protective of me, I can find my way just fine in my own weyr." Macbeth rumbled again, this time in draconic laughter.

Of course you can...