Murtagh growled under his breath as he stomped back to his room, sore from the beating he'd just recieved from his "mentors". It wasn't his fault! No one had ever taught him to use any sort of magic before, he was rough and untrained at it. Calm down, Murtagh. You'll learn eventually. Thorn said calmly, startling Murtagh for a moment. He needed to get used to his own dragon entering his thoughts like that. But he felt so evaded after so long of keeping his thoughts to himself and only himself. He heard the raspy laughter of his dragon in his thoughts and he scowled. Thorn slowly quieted down and sobered, reminding Murtagh, I'm just as inexperienced as yourself. They conversed mentally on the subject as they did often, but finally Murtagh was back in his room where Thorn was already located, and surprised him by sitting close and leaning on his rough scales until he found a comfortable spot. It was quiet and calm, both of them left to their own thoughts, when suddenly the door reopened, and both of them were on their guard, Murtagh jumping off of his resting place as his hand flew to Za'roc out of habit. "Oh!" The girl gasped, taking two steps back and nearly spilling Murtagh's lunch on herself. "Try to contain yourself, sir!" She scolded angrily, giving Murtagh a dirty glare. Laughing at her impudence, Thorn turned his back on them to find a more comfortable pose, and Murtagh grinned a little himself. "Sorry, then." He apologized, letting go of his sword's handle.
She huffed and set the tray on the table rather sharply, then to Murtagh's amazement began to walk back towards the door. He outstretched his palm and whispered, "Blothr." "Oooph!" Was the reply as she was caught mid-step. He grinned, pleased with himself, but his pleasure was quickly snuffed out from a quick remark from Thorn. Great job, Murtagh. Now what're you going to do with her, eh?, to which he made a face. All right, so he hadn't really thought it out that far. "All right, Dragon Rider. You have my attention. What do you want now?" The girl said, turning on her heel and crossing her arms as she faced him. This was his first good look at her, and he drank it all in as fast as he could while trying to think of a witty reply. She was small, only about five foot one in height, average frame, with very long, curly brown hair, unruly and unkempt. Her eyes were the most startling shade of green Murtagh had ever seen in a human, and her face had an impish quality. Overall, besides her entity being smeared with dirt, she was very pretty. She sighed meaningfully, and he was brought back to the real world. "What's your name?" He asked finally. She raised an eyebrow. "..Nairna." She said after a moment of silent observation.
He wasn't sure what to say now, and she cracked a smile at his indecision. "And you're Murtagh. And, that's Thorn?" She inquired. He nodded exstatically, grinning like a fool. Thorn huffed in his corner and smoke rose from where his nose was hidden, indicating that he was already asleep. Nairna giggled, dropping her arms so she could put them behind her back. It was quiet until she whispered sarcastically, "Am I allowed to leave now?", pointing towards the door. Murtagh made a face and waved impatiently towards the door to signify that he was done and couldn't think of anything else to say. She grinned and skipped towards the door, but before she left she stopped at the door and studied him a moment longer. "I'll see you later, I guess." Then she was gone. Murtagh wasn't really sure what to think about that little conversation the two had shared, and he wasn't sure if it had been bad or good. No one had ever made fun of him like that since Thorn hatched, and he hated to sound like a spoiled child, but he had kind of gotten used to it. He scratched the back of his head in confusion and, shrugging, made way for his bed. This matter could wait until he woke up.