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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 2:00 am
"Sorry! Sorry!" R'ael didn't normaly tend to be late, though the day had seemed to be conspiring against him as he muttered hasty appologies as he hurried in. It wasn't easy to tell presicely what had held him up, though there were a few cat scratches on his hands, and on his leathers, and the bronze flit on his shoulder looked irritated and triumphant.
Still, he was blushing furiously at his own inadvertant tardyness post flight. "Rikk was.......erm......nevermind."
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 2:25 am
Both smiles set J'riar in a better state of mind, wiry shoulders easing with quiet, restrained relief. At T'bell's gesture, the Weyrling dipped his head gratefully and moved to sit, casting a glance over one shoulder to watch L'cian as the Wingleader began. He'd take whatever punishment he go without complaint--hard work was an old friend to the bluerider. Ahh, so there'd been trouble with the wing? He lifted his brows a little, but didn't feel like chancing his luck by opening his mouth again to voice his own opinions on the matter. However, a handsome grin did flicker over his tanned face when L'cian said that whoever had caused the trouble hadn't showed up.
As another rider rushed in late, J'riar blinked, sweeping dusty locks out of his face to get a better look at the scratches on the man's hands. That looked nasty. The bluerider gave the bronze flit a glance, then idly swiped at his mouth with the back of his fist, concealing another grin--gesturing with his free hand at the open seat near him. Best to just let the poor man sit without interrupting L'cian anymore, eh?
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 2:50 am
R'ael nodded deeply, practicly bowing in grattitude as he slipped into the open seat, completely red fased as he hunkered down and tried to look smaller. If it had just been a matter of height it wouldn't have been a problem, he was actually comparatively short, it was his bredth that made him stand out, he was as solid as a tree trunk. He stuffed his clawed hands underneath him as he sat down, wincing at this gesture, but it seemed to be another attempt to cover for his humiliation, which wasn't helped when the flit made a small 'Hiccough' sound and half spit out a tuft of ginger and white fur that bore an notable resemblance to the coat of one of the Weyr cats.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 1:46 pm
N'tren watched and waited for J'riar to get shredded. But the wingsecond and the other actually were cool and calm about it. Spring green eyes glanced at who was there and wondered where Remia and some of the others were...
Of course! She got out of the meeting because of Trith's scoring. Feeling guilty for forgetting, N'tren opened his ears and listened to what his Wingleader had to say. Chances? Reckless? Who would be such a dimglow as to put there dragon in danger? Personally, if he was wingleader, he would have made a note of each rider and blasted them to Shards.
But he wasn't and he didn't have high hopes of ever getting that far. Shells, all he was was the firestone boy yesterday. His arms did not ache as much as when the Fall ended... But it was a rough job.
You did well, rider mine. A sleepy voice broke through his thoughts. And next time we will do better.
A quick smile crossed his face. N'tren looked down to the small bundle he carried. He had not wanted to leave Splotch on his one yet. He only hoped that the little one would stay sleeping.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 3:04 am
Rikk chirped, peering down at the bundle to which R'aels seat mate gave so much attention, but fortunately, aside from burping fur, he made no other particularly agressive overtures, apparently havng staked his claim to his satisfaction, whatever that claim was.
He still felt guilty, though he felt wrong for feeling guilty, about what G'dor had tried to start in the air. It hadn't been a fight, though he didn't know that there had been an agressive overtone between some of the other dragons. He only knew that G'dor had tried to make a bet on the thread burning, and although he'd refused sharply, they'd both gotten in trouble for it, something he was waiting to hear more about, and hoping that he'd actually have the chance to defend himself.
Damn it G'dor....I hope you're happy....
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