Post by Rouxy on Jan 17, 2011 13:46:06 GMT -5
I wanna go see everyone in the hall too! Why can’t I come with you, I’m not even sleepy! As if to belay his words, the ebon colored dragonet’s jaws opened wide in a sudden yawn that shook his smallish frame, and Dackt… D’uo now, laughed at the imp he’d been impressed to. Clearly no more than a hyper child in a dragon’s body, Desyth was already working his way up to cajoling his bonded into letting him go.
“No, Desyth, you have to stay here. You can’t tell me you’re not tired, I feel it here.” He pointed at his temple with a snarky grin. The ebon brown huffed in obvious annoyance and muttered something entirely unable to be heard, then scrambled into his warm, sandy scoop of a nest in their new rooms off the hatching sands. The weyrling quarters. It was still a shock. He wasn’t even supposed to actually -be- there, but that Faranth loving harper V’taph had practically threatened him! Not that he’d been frightened in any way by the larger, older man, but he was interested in becoming something of an apprentice, so… Still, he couldn’t be upset for long, seeing as he’d gotten Desyth out of the deal. Looking back, there wasn’t much of anything he’d trade for that bond that had already grown so dear to the little orphan inside that still sometimes wished for a family. The brown imp had already latched his oddly colored talons deep in D’uo’s heart; there would be no retracting them without serious damage.
Walking over to kneel next to the scoop, D’uo ran a scratching hand over the brown’s sides, urging the ebon dragonet to relax into sleep. A whuff of color through his mind accompanied a resigned sigh from Desyth. “I’ll keep in touch with you, Desi. I’ll let you see everything, but we need to be on good behavior for a bit more. I can’t draw attention to myself yet.” He probably shouldn’t be drawing attention to himself at all, but that blasted V’taph. Taking a calming breath, D’uo left the brown’s side with a last scratch, and hastily changed into fresh, nondescript clothes. He made it to the Hall in record time, thoroughly familiar with the passages already, and sat himself at one of the back tables, keeping his eyes open while he began to fill his plate. The food looked delicious, and he was fully intending to enjoy everything related to this dramatic change in his life.
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Watching the younger and older riders enter, K’roi raised his hand in greeting to V’ton as the younger bronzerider sat next to him. Flashing a bit of an apologetic smile, the ex-weyrleader shook his head at the question. “You’ll learn of it when everyone else does… and that means I won’t have to say it more than perhaps a dozen more times.” Weariness was clear in the words, despite their gentle attempt at being jovial. He reached across to pass the wingleader a bowl of meat-stuffed rolls in offering, taking one himself and promptly ripping it apart. The bread that was moist with meat juice he popped into his own mouth, while he offered the more tempting treat of the meat mix within to Sakki, who wolfed it down with pure gusto, her tail curled around his wrist on the tabletop. She peeped her delight and released him to begin nosing around the table for more tasty morsels.
He chuckled at the wingleader’s jest, remembering times when he’d done much the same. “Good to keep them on their toes, hm? Any ideas about our new riders and where they should go? I’ve got my eye on a few, but it’s a difficult choice at times.” Not to mention that many of the graduating Weyrlings were months past their time. They were shaping up to be a pretty fit lot though, and he was glad to see them progressing so well. It wouldn't be long before they were a functioning part of the wings, and the more riders they had, the better the Weyr would be.
At the other rider’s question though, one side of his mouth quirked down into a half frown, and he took a deep breath. Reaching a hand up to scrub at his face, he forced back a small, sad smile. “Holding up is about all I can manage right now, tell you the truth. Shells, I’m tired almost beyond bearing, and there’s no end in sight yet.” Well, there was some kind of end, but that was a far distant goal, at least for him. He picked up another meat stuffed roll and waved it around. “This is good for us though. Good for the Weyr's moral. After the attack, everyone’s and everything’s been, well, darker. More fearful overall, and entirely too hesitant.” He spoke the last part as if that hesitancy had already caused him grief. He inclined his head to V’ton in question, certain the other rider knew what he meant as far as the fear sweeping the Weyr was concerned.
“With the hatching so successful, and the graduation, I’m hoping things may be looking up, but the fear will still be there until something is done.” And something will be- he added silently. Mine.. Letting out a breath he’d unconsciously been holding with a relieved sigh, K’roi turned inwards for a moment to his larger partner. Gareth? I am sorry for being so silent, but I am back now- a flash of their weyr ledge. Don’t worry about it, I understand. A warm flood of emotion filled him, brightening his mood considerably, and he returned his attention to V’ton and the Feast.
“No, Desyth, you have to stay here. You can’t tell me you’re not tired, I feel it here.” He pointed at his temple with a snarky grin. The ebon brown huffed in obvious annoyance and muttered something entirely unable to be heard, then scrambled into his warm, sandy scoop of a nest in their new rooms off the hatching sands. The weyrling quarters. It was still a shock. He wasn’t even supposed to actually -be- there, but that Faranth loving harper V’taph had practically threatened him! Not that he’d been frightened in any way by the larger, older man, but he was interested in becoming something of an apprentice, so… Still, he couldn’t be upset for long, seeing as he’d gotten Desyth out of the deal. Looking back, there wasn’t much of anything he’d trade for that bond that had already grown so dear to the little orphan inside that still sometimes wished for a family. The brown imp had already latched his oddly colored talons deep in D’uo’s heart; there would be no retracting them without serious damage.
Walking over to kneel next to the scoop, D’uo ran a scratching hand over the brown’s sides, urging the ebon dragonet to relax into sleep. A whuff of color through his mind accompanied a resigned sigh from Desyth. “I’ll keep in touch with you, Desi. I’ll let you see everything, but we need to be on good behavior for a bit more. I can’t draw attention to myself yet.” He probably shouldn’t be drawing attention to himself at all, but that blasted V’taph. Taking a calming breath, D’uo left the brown’s side with a last scratch, and hastily changed into fresh, nondescript clothes. He made it to the Hall in record time, thoroughly familiar with the passages already, and sat himself at one of the back tables, keeping his eyes open while he began to fill his plate. The food looked delicious, and he was fully intending to enjoy everything related to this dramatic change in his life.
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Watching the younger and older riders enter, K’roi raised his hand in greeting to V’ton as the younger bronzerider sat next to him. Flashing a bit of an apologetic smile, the ex-weyrleader shook his head at the question. “You’ll learn of it when everyone else does… and that means I won’t have to say it more than perhaps a dozen more times.” Weariness was clear in the words, despite their gentle attempt at being jovial. He reached across to pass the wingleader a bowl of meat-stuffed rolls in offering, taking one himself and promptly ripping it apart. The bread that was moist with meat juice he popped into his own mouth, while he offered the more tempting treat of the meat mix within to Sakki, who wolfed it down with pure gusto, her tail curled around his wrist on the tabletop. She peeped her delight and released him to begin nosing around the table for more tasty morsels.
He chuckled at the wingleader’s jest, remembering times when he’d done much the same. “Good to keep them on their toes, hm? Any ideas about our new riders and where they should go? I’ve got my eye on a few, but it’s a difficult choice at times.” Not to mention that many of the graduating Weyrlings were months past their time. They were shaping up to be a pretty fit lot though, and he was glad to see them progressing so well. It wouldn't be long before they were a functioning part of the wings, and the more riders they had, the better the Weyr would be.
At the other rider’s question though, one side of his mouth quirked down into a half frown, and he took a deep breath. Reaching a hand up to scrub at his face, he forced back a small, sad smile. “Holding up is about all I can manage right now, tell you the truth. Shells, I’m tired almost beyond bearing, and there’s no end in sight yet.” Well, there was some kind of end, but that was a far distant goal, at least for him. He picked up another meat stuffed roll and waved it around. “This is good for us though. Good for the Weyr's moral. After the attack, everyone’s and everything’s been, well, darker. More fearful overall, and entirely too hesitant.” He spoke the last part as if that hesitancy had already caused him grief. He inclined his head to V’ton in question, certain the other rider knew what he meant as far as the fear sweeping the Weyr was concerned.
“With the hatching so successful, and the graduation, I’m hoping things may be looking up, but the fear will still be there until something is done.” And something will be- he added silently. Mine.. Letting out a breath he’d unconsciously been holding with a relieved sigh, K’roi turned inwards for a moment to his larger partner. Gareth? I am sorry for being so silent, but I am back now- a flash of their weyr ledge. Don’t worry about it, I understand. A warm flood of emotion filled him, brightening his mood considerably, and he returned his attention to V’ton and the Feast.