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 Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:10 pm
Three-four years was a pretty decent amount of time for one about this kid's age. "Ah, I was in the beastcraft before I became a rider," he replied. "My family lives here in the Weyr, taking care of the herdbeasts." Speaking of his family, he hadn't had time to visit them in a while now.
Perhaps you should stop by after dinner, Tereth suggested, listening more attentively to his rider's thoughts now than he had been before. I'm sure they wouldn't mind seeing you.
True enough, the brownrider replied, enjoying another bite of food. It was always nice to visit the family anyway.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:50 pm
So S’ren had grown up here? Viskal wondered how many candidates were born in the weyr suddenly. It seemed no matter what answer he got, he was only more curious about this place. Hopefully he’d be able to sort things out. “The ones that the dragons eat?” Probably a silly question. Some of the beasts must have had other purposes, but the question had slipped out. Amused, he wondered if the gruesome query were correct.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 7:27 pm
"Some of them, yes," S'ren replied with a small smile. "Herdbeasts have many uses." It was a natural question though, especially given that they were at a Weyr. Tereth ate from them himself even. It was quite a sight to watch a dragon take down a meal-- although not particularly something for the faint of heart. Some of the newer candidates became quite a bit queasy at the display of flesh being ripped from bone. He himself had been exposed to such things from early on, so such gruesome scenes never really bothered him. "If you frequent the right area of the Weyr I'm sure you might see a meal for yourself soon enough."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 9:44 am
It was probably just boyish perversity that made him interested in seeing a dragon actually in full flight, snatching a panicked wherrybeast (something that could seriously harm a man) effortlessly from the ground. He repressed his own amusement. “I might at that.” He fell silent, eating his meal until his stomach was full and beginning to give a temperamental ache. Thinking his gut had taken enough abuse for the day, he pushed his plate away suddenly, rising with renewed gusto. He needed to settle his things, maybe get some information from other boys about what to expect in the barracks, and plan his own devices. “S’ren,” he addressed, giving a close smile to the rider, “thank you for answering my questions. I have to be off though.” He nearly offered a hand to the rider, but some corner of his mind remembered his status and he gave a half nod of respect instead before taking his leave.
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