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Post by Kristin on Jul 12, 2010 8:00:38 GMT -5
Well your mind can be set at ease, dearest. He doesn‘t have a firelizard. F‘ren felt through their connection how pleased Eneth was and smiled faintly. He was starting to get used to his dragon‘s hate of firelizards and it didn‘t bother him as much as it had at first. Eneth‘s feelings always came before F‘ren‘s feelings.
Why Eneth didn‘t like firelizards? Oh he‘d thought about time and time again and talked with Eneth about it but the only thing that the bronze could say to explain was that they were annoying. Plain and simple. "Honestly, I have no idea why he‘s like this. Most dragons I know enjoy their little cousins but not my Eneth. The only reason I can think of is that maybe a firelizard attacked his egg or something. I always wanted one for myself but after impressing Eneth that‘s ruled out. I don‘t care that much anymore, I‘d much rather have Eneth than a thousand firelizards." F‘ren‘s nauseating grin was in place as always when he talked about Eneth but suddenly it changed into a frown. How could he be so inconsiderate? Here he was babbling about how great Eneth was, probably rubbing salt in the candidate’s wounds. Ranen probably didn’t need a reminder that he didn’t have a dragon of his own.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to talk so much about Eneth. It’s just that… Well… He dominates my thoughts so much you know?” F’ren could kick himself. Of course Ranen didn’t know. He’s welcome to come to me and oil me if he wants to be with a dragon, F’renmine. Eneth offered, excited to meet this new friend of His now that it had been established that one of them wouldn’t accompany him.
F’ren peered worriedly at Ranen, who to the weyrling’s relief didn’t seem to be that bothered, but you never knew. “Eneth says he wants to meet you, but I’m afraid the offer isn’t quite unselfish. He wants you to oil him.”
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Post by Mello on Jul 13, 2010 18:33:14 GMT -5
If there was one thing Ranen enjoyed the most about living in the Weyr, it was getting to see the real side of riders and their dragons. The stories he had heard from his mother were his earliest memories, and they were amazing. But at the same time, they were fantasies, describing the Weyrs as faraway places that people like him would never really experience because who could expect that a boy from a small hold would ever end up living there? It was comforting, sitting with a rider and getting a simple reminder that they were people, and that their dragons had personalities just like any other living thing. Eneth didn’t really have a reason to like firelizards, but neither did a lot of people, with just as little discernible reason. He wouldn’t have been able to explain it, but it was comforting to Ranen.
F’ren’s grin, so obviously a result of that incredible joy that seemed to go with being a rider, did sting for a moment, and the doubt flashed through Ranen’s mind again at the hurried apology. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how much Eneth dominated F’ren’s thoughts as much as that little nagging voice in the back of his mind that suggested maybe he never would. His past failures hurt, but thinking about possibly being left standing again was worse. And with the Hatching nearing, it all seemed so much more real. But he tried not to let his emotion show. It wasn’t F’ren’s fault that his words brought all of Ranen’s fears to the surface, and he certainly wasn’t going to let his new friend feel bad about it, so he just smiled. “I understand… well, I guess I don’t, but I’ve been around long enough to get it, I think,” he said with a laugh. He certainly had witnessed riders before, in all different stages of their bonds.
He didn’t have to force his smile at all, though, when F’ren said that Eneth would like to meet him. “I would love to meet him, if that’s okay with you,” he said cheerfully. “I don’t mind oiling at all.” There wasn’t much he would mind doing, really, when it came to dragons, and it would have the added benefit of helping out F’ren.
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Post by Kristin on Jul 17, 2010 8:55:56 GMT -5
F’ren wasn’t convinced that Ranen was okay but he let it slide. There wasn’t anything that he could do or say anyway to make it better. When his best friend had impressed back at Southern, F’ren had been happy, if a little jealous, for him but as the days flew by F’ren had started to distance himself from his friend who had found a new best friend in his dragon. Sure the friend had been nice to him and had always tried to include F’ren but sometimes in a middle of a conversation he would grin goofily and not listen to F’ren for a long while before hurriedly apologizing. In the end the pain had become almost too much to take and in his last Turn at Southern they’re once close friendship had been reduced to nodding in acknowledgement when they passed each other. F’ren really did not want that to happen with Ranen and promised himself to be careful from now on. Of course it would just be easiest if Ranen would impress one of the dragons from the transfer clutch.
“Splendid! I don’t like oiling much to be honest with you, but every task is more fun if you have a friend by your side. Because that’s what we are, right? Friends?” F’ren held his hand out for Ranen to shake to establish their friendship. It was so much fun to make new friends and he didn’t have that many of them in Cerulean. He looked down on his plate, that was now empty. He had probably spent too much time here already. A weyrling didn’t have a lot of free time and his was almost over. He looked regretfully at Ranen. “I have to go now. I’m probably late already for chores so I can’t afford to spend more time here, but it was very nice to meet you Ranen. If we don’t meet again before the hatching, then good luck. I’ll be rooting for you. And I’m confident that it won’t be long until you’re R’nen or R’en or something like that.” He stood up and tried to grin a confidence-boosting grin to pep up Ranen but he decided that it wasn’t enough and walked around the table to Ranen before enveloping him in a hug. F’ren never thought much of touching people and he thought that Ranen just needed a hug right now. He just hoped that his holdbred friend didn’t think hugging was weird, because F’ren liked to hug people he cared about. A lot.
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Post by Mello on Jul 19, 2010 22:34:54 GMT -5
Ranen guessed he could see how oiling could be not exactly the favorite chore, although for the chance to be around a dragon he would do anything. Maybe F’ren thought a little differently because he had grown up in the Weyr, or because he could see a dragon anytime he wished, or because he had done it so many time- Ranen had watched the Weyrlings, constantly at work caring for their companions. F’ren was right though, that chores always passed a little quicker with a friend by your side.
He nodded firmly in agreement with the other boy, a smile on his face, and then shook F’ren’s hand. “Friends,” he agreed. It was strange to think he had a friend so shortly after getting to Southern- and a dragonrider at that. Maybe this really was going to be a new phase in his life. Maybe things really would turn out differently here. He hoped this was a good sign.
“Thanks,” he replied to F’ren’s encouragement. It would be nice to know that someone would be up in the stands rooting for him. His family had never had the time to travel to one of the Hatchings he had attended, and certainly wouldn’t now that he was so far away. He wasn’t even really certain that they knew he had moved- he had sent a letter, but he rarely could be sure it had arrived. But now he had at least one friendly face- someone to celebrate with, if things went better this time around than in the past, or maybe just to talk to if they didn’t.
As good as he was feeling with his new friend, Ranen was a little thrown when the other boy walked around the table to give him a hug. He had never really been the kind of person to show physical affection. His mother had, but with her gone and him spending all his time working with his brothers and his father, it was not something very present in his life. At first he stiffened up a little out of shock. But once the shock wore off a little, he realized it wasn’t that bad. It was even a little comforting, he supposed, and he managed to return the hug for a few moments before pulling slightly back.
“Go on then, I don’t want to keep you from your chores,” he said in a joking tone, a smile on his face. “But I’ll see you around later.”
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