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said Atibonth. He was enjoying the conversation, though he was less than pleased at her comment. he said, his mental voice a deep sigh,

Jamarin, personally, would rather the dragon not do anything like that stunt again. Or he'd actually kick her this time.

“Nah.” he said, “Not a wink. Guess you too, huh?” He gave Kynigoth a wary look before sitting down on the floor, his dragon taking on a sphinx-esque pose beside him.

said Atibonth.

“So. What're you gonna do? About yer tannercraft?” asked Jamarin, forcing the subject into something far from what it had been.

“It's... excitin' is a word for it.” he said, smirking wanly, “Overwhelmin', I think, is better.



The blue turned to his sister again. said Atibonth, amused, he gave the mental equivalent of a shrug,

Jamarin didn't know what to make of the touch, and thus decided to make nothing of it. “Well, there was a healer with a dragon, wasn't there? So maybe ye can take it up after?” he asked. He honestly had no idea. “Or durin'.” he amended, “Don't got that problem. Don't have a craft.”

Neither he nor Jikki had a craft. But he wasn't thinking about Jikki, or his murderbeastmanlydragon, or anything like that. Nope.

Atibonth sent him a mental pat on the shoulder. The blue understood: things would be awkward. But Atibonth - despite Langoneth's attitude – thought that it could work out.

he said to his sister, he added,

Frankly, the conversation in his head was over his head. Instead, Jamarin looked at Kalendol thoughtfully. He was comfortable on the floor – comfortable enough: it WAS a floor – but...

“Y' want to... take a walk with me? Us?” he amended, remembering Atibonth. He'd have a hanger on now, which wasn't so different than before, except now it was a dragon instead of a brother and said dragon was in his head. “I mean, if ya don't want...” he said, “That's fine too.”

half-teased Atibonth,

“Mmm.” Jamarin said, agreeing, “Gonna work on Atibonth, too. Probably wont have time for much else.” he'd be taking care of that dragon, he was sure, every single day of his life.

said the dragon calmly.

Jamarin knew it to be true, though he grumbled something about 'taking care of himself' at his dragon. “Arright.” he said, standing up, “Lets go then. It's nice this time 'o night.” Actually, it was cold, but so what? He wanted to move.

said Atibonth graciously,

Atibonth laughed. His laughter was light and tinkling, with a hint of knowing that gave it a gravity beyond his youth. It was a good 'sound', upbeat, hopeful, and full of guileless delight. Even Jamarin's stubborn mood brightened at the sound. said the blue, his eyes whirling joyfully, he teased, He nudged his sister back, a little playful himself – serious though he may be, he was also a hatchling, barely days old.

Jamarin was a little surprised when she took his arm. He was not used to people – other than his brother - touching him outside of a fight. But, he decided not to make a big deal out of it. It wasn't. He was just... startled... that was all. In an attempt to cover his embarrassing twitch, if it was even that, he hooked her arm in his, as he'd seen others do.

Okay, couples. They'd been couples. But maybe he was a little shortsightedly hopeful. She was a pretty girl, and he'd be seeing a lot of her now, so why not flirt. He looked at her hands, and then at her face. This was flirting, right? Jamarin had no idea.

“So. Uh. How about the, uh, upper weyrs?” he suggested, uncertainly, “Or wherever.” he interrupted himself hurriedly, “Wherever you wanna go.”

said Atibonth, returning to their conversation of before about the whers, he trailed off delicately, not liking how the words sounded in his mental voice. he said, carefully, slight distaste in his voice, even then.

Then again, so did Jamarin. he amended,

Yes he had invited her, hadn't he... Right. He blushed as she pressed close to him, surprised. Shards, was it... working?! Was she into him? Shards, she had to be. Thats what happened when girls pressed against you like that.

“The lake.” he said abruptly, “Lets go walk around th' lake. Y' want to do that?” Walking around lakes was something that... couples... did, right? “It's probably nice 'round this time of day.” Actually, Jamarin had no idea – it could be shaffing cold for all he knew. He didn't go on walks very often: Jikkiri was the slacker, not him. The cliffs were an option too – Jikkiri had said that it was nice and scenic. Not that Jamarin really appreciated that... but girls did, right?

reassured Atibonth. The blue was sure that such a pleasant looking place couldn't be so bad. he wasn't so sure about the word for a wher's bonded,

… It didn't seem that cold to Jamarin, but Jamarin had thick skin about discomfort, except when he decided to complain. He was about to say as much, but Atibonth – that rational presence in his mind – effectively put a mental 'finger' to his lips.

Jamarin decided not to comment. Nor did he comment about beauty or not beauty or whatever. He felt completely unqualified for any of this. “Yeah.” he managed, trying not to act like a complete dimglow, which he was firmly feeling like at that moment.

Atibonth sent him a wave of amused reassurance. said the young blue, noting – with approval - that Kalendol was very close to Jamarin. The blue did hope that she would go a little slower – give Jamarin some room to think - but it was not his place to advise her. It would have to come from herself, the hatchling knew, or – better yet – from her dragon, who he could advise. He sent another wave of encouragement at Jamarin and returned his attention to Kynigoth.

He knew little of whers – and flits – themselves and Jamarins mind had little information to glean. He hadn't picked Jamarin out for his brains, after all, though the dragon was sure to admit this very quietly to himself. Or, perhaps, harder? If they did not use words, would they be unable to hide things? Emotion and sensation were very honest, as communication went. Hmmm he thought. It was an interesting concept.

he agreed, There was a hint of reluctance in his voice – he would have to figure out humans if he was to advise to and about them, which he knew he wanted to. Already, he understood much, but he was fresh out of the egg, and the world was very big.

“No.” he said, recognizing the irony, “Could talk for me, though...” he said, abruptly, “I don't mind.”

The lake was beautiful, and Atibonth found himself enjoying it immensely. So did Jamarin, though most of the beauty was lost on him.

“Jikkiri's the talker.” he added with a snort, by way of explanation, “I do the work.”

he sent her one of his pleasant, knowing little dragon smiles, he hummed softly, giving the humans some space. he tilted his head at his sister, he asked. Her opinions would guide him, and thus could he guide her...

“Aye.” Jamarin agreed, “Theres always a need for an extra set of strong hands.” He was proud of what he did, and he could do it anywhere. “Or a tanner.” he added, a little awkwardly. Talking really wasn't his thing. “... So, yer papa was a tanner?” he asked. He was fine with listening, so maybe if he got her talking again, like before in the dining hall... “What was he like?”

Atibonth gave his rider a glance and sent a gentle, wordless nudge of caution – family may not be the best subject to talk about. However, it was good to have Jamarin do these things on his own – a guide was not there to take control, but to point in a direction. The rest was up to Jamarin.

Atibonth tilted his head,