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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 3:45 pm
""Thanks." Arolon nodded his head in acknowledgement.
His only dream was to become a dragon rider. No other craft was considered by him, even with the possibility of not impressing. He had made up his mind on that turns ago.
He made a mental note to watch how riders oil their dragons much more closely now. From R'than's logic it was clear that he would need to know how to make sure his future dragon stayed healthy.
He blinked at Liniyie's guess. It actually...made sense. Was it possible that dragons more used to the cold would withstand going 'between' better?
"Sounds like a possibility." And an advantage while fighting thread, he thought to himself. What about humans raised in the cold north? Was it the same for them?
"Maybe not just dragons?" He added, guessing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 4:01 pm
R'than nodded, finishing off his drink and rolling the empty cup thoughtfully between his palms. "That might well be the case. Dragons are designed to go between of course, but that doesn't mean the cold is nice for them. Maybe it feels less extreme if you're used to snow and ice, whether you're a rider or a dragon." Personally he liked coming out of that freezing void to Ista's heat: coming out to chilly air and a barren landscape was really quite depressing.
"I suppose we might have a chance to find out one way or the other," the grey-haired rider continued as he set his cup down on the table and began to drum his fingers absently on the wooden surface. "The odds are on us moving north, but it's possible that we'll end up going south. I confess I'm not up to date enough with any of the other Weyrs to guess which one we might be heading to." Perhaps he should have tried to keep himself in the know, but it hadn't seemed too important until now. Ista was his home, Ista was all he needed to know of in detail. How foolish of him. Still, there was no changing it now, he would just have to wait and see, it would be a surprise. R'than was not much fond of surprises.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 12:42 pm
"I heard the harnesses crack in cold so they'd probably need to oil them even more than they do here." Arolon guessed, remembering horror stories riders had told him about what would happen if the harnesses broke while they were 'between.' Crack! Then your both lost forever in the infinite cold blackness.
"I'm going to try and prepare for cold temperatures later." He announced. He would wear layers of clothes until he could buy warmer clothes when they got to their new home. He would be tough! He would be ready! He would someday be a great dragonrider, like his parents and R'than.
His stomach growled loudly, much to his embarrassment. He really needed to go find something halfway decent and edible to munch on. He'd been so excited about the move he had forgotten breakfast, after his daily candidate chores he had worked up an appetite. "I got to go eat, see you later guys!" He stood up, waved and left.
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