Post by Thorney on Nov 24, 2010 14:33:33 GMT -5
Who: Dastan/Open
What: Chores-Library Duties
When: Late Night
Where: Library
Warnings: Dastan is bored. That in itself means danger ahead. XD
Generally, the library was not a place Dastan tended to frequent. Although the handler was a rather intelligent individual, he enjoyed testing his body far more than his mind, and wasn’t much of an avid reader. Therefore, when one saw him in said library, it was likely due to…chores. Scratching the back of his neck, the wherling entered the room, glancing around at the piles of books he was to return to the shelves. Grinning a bit, the bluehandler approached one stack, grabbing the whole pile and heading towards the center of the library. At least the ‘day shift’ of candidates and weyrlings had already alphabetized the books, and all he had to do was put them away. That simplified his chore, anyway. Grabbing one book, the boy felt the amused thoughts of his wher, Dassk sharing a rather vivid picture with his handler that made him smirk.
“Tell me about it.” He muttered with a grin, discreetly rolling his grey-blue eyes. The brightly-hued creature seemed to have quite the sense of humor, one that matched his handler’s perfectly, and they enjoyed sharing their amusement with each other. At the moment, Dassk had implied that his bonded was likely disgruntled enough to perhaps skip chores for the night, and would be tempted to…except that could lead to being held back from graduating, and even more chores. Not to mention there were…other things he was looking forward to doing when the blue matured, and Toven was just sadistic enough to bar him from doing it if he slacked off. Yea, he was funny wher, alright.
Shaking his head, Dastan began sliding the books back into their places, his mind wandering to Mira. His favorite person in Cerulean had been injured during the Silver Cove attack, and even if he could have forgiven them before, there was no way he would now. They had caused her harm, and the bluehandler wanted to choke every one of them he could get his hands on. The boy himself had been busy in the weyrs, trying to pull those injured to safety, but he had wished over and over again that he had been there in the kitchens to protect her. Not that Mira needed his protection normally, as she was quite capable of taking care of herself, but all the same, the wherling knew that he could have done something to help her. One hand tightening on the book he held, knuckles going white, Dastan scowled, remembering how furious he had been when he first learned of her injuries. Not only that, but they had lost many good men and women in the attack, and Silver Cove needed to pay. Perhaps that wasn’t the most valiant thought ever, but he couldn’t stop the vicious emotions. Shaking his head, the handler shoved the book into it’s place, working methodically to finish the chore.
What: Chores-Library Duties
When: Late Night
Where: Library
Warnings: Dastan is bored. That in itself means danger ahead. XD
Generally, the library was not a place Dastan tended to frequent. Although the handler was a rather intelligent individual, he enjoyed testing his body far more than his mind, and wasn’t much of an avid reader. Therefore, when one saw him in said library, it was likely due to…chores. Scratching the back of his neck, the wherling entered the room, glancing around at the piles of books he was to return to the shelves. Grinning a bit, the bluehandler approached one stack, grabbing the whole pile and heading towards the center of the library. At least the ‘day shift’ of candidates and weyrlings had already alphabetized the books, and all he had to do was put them away. That simplified his chore, anyway. Grabbing one book, the boy felt the amused thoughts of his wher, Dassk sharing a rather vivid picture with his handler that made him smirk.
“Tell me about it.” He muttered with a grin, discreetly rolling his grey-blue eyes. The brightly-hued creature seemed to have quite the sense of humor, one that matched his handler’s perfectly, and they enjoyed sharing their amusement with each other. At the moment, Dassk had implied that his bonded was likely disgruntled enough to perhaps skip chores for the night, and would be tempted to…except that could lead to being held back from graduating, and even more chores. Not to mention there were…other things he was looking forward to doing when the blue matured, and Toven was just sadistic enough to bar him from doing it if he slacked off. Yea, he was funny wher, alright.
Shaking his head, Dastan began sliding the books back into their places, his mind wandering to Mira. His favorite person in Cerulean had been injured during the Silver Cove attack, and even if he could have forgiven them before, there was no way he would now. They had caused her harm, and the bluehandler wanted to choke every one of them he could get his hands on. The boy himself had been busy in the weyrs, trying to pull those injured to safety, but he had wished over and over again that he had been there in the kitchens to protect her. Not that Mira needed his protection normally, as she was quite capable of taking care of herself, but all the same, the wherling knew that he could have done something to help her. One hand tightening on the book he held, knuckles going white, Dastan scowled, remembering how furious he had been when he first learned of her injuries. Not only that, but they had lost many good men and women in the attack, and Silver Cove needed to pay. Perhaps that wasn’t the most valiant thought ever, but he couldn’t stop the vicious emotions. Shaking his head, the handler shoved the book into it’s place, working methodically to finish the chore.
