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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 11:11 pm
"I don't get to talk to people much, either. I'm mostly excused from lessons because of my grandfather, but that means I get to see even fewer candidates than most." He didn't sound quite glum, but it was something about his life that was less than ideal. He always found it so awkward to realize that he didn't know anybody, even though he'd lived at High Reaches his entire life.
Without thinking about it, he cut the redfruit in half and held out both halves, allowing Dashias to pick which one he wanted. Bashir loved red fruit, but he preferred to spread the wealth. After all, good deeds might come back to him someday, in some form. "Trust me. They have comfort zones. At least Rath does. And his is very clearly defined. And you and I seem to have very similar views when it comes to how we perceive ourselves."
Which was interesting to Bashir, who would never have imagined that anyone trained as a harper would consider themself anything less showy than a bronze. Weren't they all supposed to be showmen? Dashias said his skill lay in writing and ciphering, but he had to have some typical harper talents. But then he thought about it and shrugged mentally. Maybe not.
"I might, at that. But since I placed myself as a blue, I'll never be considered as 'fine' as you, Dashiasth." Yes. He made the name difficult to pronounce on purpose.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:44 pm
"And you know, that is another thing I wonder. How do riders know how to spell their dragons names? Do dragons know how to spell their own names? Or is it just a sound and you kinda hope for the best?" Dashias chuckled as one thought led to another. But it was a question, or several, that he wondered if anyone had answered. How did one know?
The teen took the offered redfruit and bit into it. It was juicy and thirst quenching and he wished he had more. But Dashias was grateful for what he had. In his former hold and in Harper Hall, they were never lacking in supplies and a Harper could always pay for his food by well... harpering. "I admit though, if one of us manages to Impress this time around, I will write a song for both of us. Or at least, a really good poem."
It was nice to have a friend, someone to just chat with and someone whom he got along with, around the same age. The candidate boy wiped his mouth and finished up his food. "I guess I better get ready for evening chores. I shall see you later at dinner?"
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 5:49 am
Bashir paused at Dashias' question. It wasn't something he'd ever considered, and with the dragon he mostly dealt with it was hardly a problem. There weren't that many ways to spell Rath. It could be spelled as it was, or turned into a noun that didn't fit the brown's personality at all. He couldn't imagine his grandfather's dragon as Wrath.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Perhaps when dragons claim their bondmates they spell their names out. 'Hello, Dashias. I'm Urqath. That's U-R-Q-A-T-H. Urqath.'"
"For that matter, I'm not sure we exactly hear dragons' voices in our head so much as that's how our minds translate their speech. I mean, when I'm talking to you, I don't hear you the same way I 'hear' Rath." Bashir shrugged. "I don't know where I'm going with this."
He took a bite of his fruit. He loved red fruit. For a moment he just savored the sweet flavor and the juicy texture before speaking again. It was a shame that his mother hadn't been working in the kitchens. He probably could have gotten a second red fruit from her. She had always given him whatever he wanted, though he had not been one to abuse the privilege. A few perquisites to having a mother who worked in the kitchens.
"You should," Bashir said. "Write a song or poem or something. I'd enjoy hearing it. But, yes. Dinner. I'll see you then." He had chores, too. Unending chores. Such was a candidate's lot.
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