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 Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:11 pm
The day was starting in a rather interesting way.
For starters, Khunoth had actually NOT gotten up at the crack of dawn and demanded something. The brown had, in fact, just taken himself outside the weyrling barracks and laid down in the morning sun. He wasn't asleep, but that much wasn't readily apparent unless you were either intensely familiar with his sleeping patterns... or his rider.
I smell fish.
We are next to the sea
I smell really stinky fish. And I am next to the sea, you are still inside. Come out here.
Well there went the morning without demanding.
Give me a moment to put a shirt on. The brownrider replied, carefully dislodging the sleeping form of Tada from his chest as he sat up. It never failed to amaze him how much the little green firelizard had relaxed as she matured, and he could only hope that a similar miracle would work itself on Khunoth. He knew that the three of them were due to have their own private weyr soon, or at least... a weyr that was meant for a full sized dragon but would house only two rather then the twenty or so the barracks housed. Idly, he wondered who his roommate would be and how his brown would deal with it. Thus far, he hadn't gotten into any serious squabbles with their barrack-mates, but he suspected that was mostly from their small size and the half-made promise of private quarters when they 'grew up.' Unlike the easily tractable dragons, Khunoth also suspected that they were being promised cloud pies rather then a real pie, since he wasn't silly enough to miss the obvious overcrowding of the whole weyr.
Nor the state of the other adult dragons, most of whom had roommates.
No sir, Khunoth as quite capable of putting two and two together, and as his rider, Gh'lan couldn't allow himself to be taken in by promises ether. But he DID keep his brown in order, as evidenced by this morning when the dragon took off on his own for the morning sun. Gh'lan had mentioned it the day before when Khunoth had woken him too early, so the brownrider was eternally grateful that he dragon had taken him up on his suggestion this morning. He'd come to realize that Khunoth required a certain amount of sunning time in order to keep his strength up throughout the day, and that tendency was only growing as he approached adulthood.
You think too much. Come on, and bring the little sister.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:39 am
A soft thud wafts through the Weyrling barracks, summoned by the short drop of a trunk's lid. The young man responsible, done apparently with whatever it is he was doing ─ placing things inside it? ─ rises to his feet, glancing toward the individual to address him. Why now?
The response the inquiry receives is not a quizzical one. It's not really even questioning, despite the quite clear infliction of the mental tone.
No, it is a statement. Why not? The dragonet's expression is flawlessly deadpan.
Because we have new quarters, and I have things to move. It surprises him a little, actually, to be shuffled around so soon. Kanath, though growing rapidly, is still reasonably small; a fair distance off outgrowing the barrack couches. They pose him no discomfort. But the notification is what it is, still fresh and clear in his mind. When the powers that be tell him where he's to be moving and with whom, he figures, who is he to argue? It seems to him they've acquired new roommates.
After we finish, I will rest. Then you will have time for what you need to do before we must attend lessons. Any trace of doubt, any lack of assurance, is absent from Kanath's assessment. He is as certain that is what needs to be done as he's sure the sky is blue, and this too is just the way things are.
Wordless a moment, the dragonman regards his bondmate sternly. Kanath watches right back, with the ghost of a grin now, understanding that look to harbor more fondness than His typically dares let on. Even knowing the bronze doesn't yet itch, nor hunger, and he isn't in need of any immediate care, S'en has no real cause to deny his dragon. He will soon, and they both know problems tended now are issues they won't have to address later. Come on then, S'en relents, waving an arm after him as he moves to retrieve his pail of soapsand and other draconic hygiene necessities.
Softly warbling his contentment, which His takes to mean he is unusually satisfied, as he's not typically a vocal dragon, Kanath takes up pace at his rider's knee. They exchange glances ─ one of humored exasperation on S'en's part, and plain amusement on the bronze's part ─ then turn to make their way outside.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 1:58 pm
Yawning as he trudged through the halls of the Lower Caverns, Gh'lan looked about with mild interest once he made it to the kitchens. Khunoth could wait, he had decided not long after putting on the aforementioned shirt, until he'd gotten a small pack of food for himself and Tada. Bianne wasn't on shift this time of day, but the few other calls from some of the women he did know heartened his appetite. The ladies always knew how to take care of his grumbling belly!
You are silly.
Just practical Khunoth, if I went right to you I'd have had to come back soon to get some grub anyway.
They give you grubs? That is disgusting.
Chuckling, Gh'lan waved off the odd looks he got from some of his old friends. "Sorry sorry, Khunoth misunderstood something I said." He said by way of explanation. Since most of the women were quite used to dragonriders and their frequent laughing or talking to thin air, the pair of older women he was closest too just smiled at him and went back to their duties. "Ah, n'worry lad. Go you and speak to Seenani over there, she's got some packs already set up for lunches. Let her know you be taking one though!" The shorter one said, her back turned to him as she absently waved a gnarled finger in Seenani's general direction.
Bobbing his head in thanks, then abruptly remembering she couldn't see him, Gh'lan blurted out a quick 'thanks' and took off towards a far off table where another older woman was patiently packing and wrapping. Beside her were a few platters of foodstuffs, like meatrolls and sweetcakes, along with fresh cut tubers, which she was using to make the lunch packets. Predictably, she took one look at him and handed him two packs along with a long suffering sigh. Grinning, he again thanked her, and thanked the First Egg that the day time kitchen staff were used to hungry young weyrlings running on tight schedules!
Leaving the kitchens, however, became a bit more problematic as word apparently got out that somebody had started lunch preparations. After being nearly trampled to death, Gh'lan finally managed to win his freedom from the gathering crowd... only to run smack into an officious looking man with the shoulder knots of a Wingsecond. Wide-eyed, the young brownrider backed away and started to apologize but the senior rider just waved him off.
"At ease youngling, you are Gh'lan right? We were told by your Khunoth where to find you." The man started, no longer looking at him as he was now browsing through a thick sheaf of papers in his hands. Blinking, it took Gh'lan a moment to realize the 'we' meant the 'Second and his dragon.. followed swiftly by the fact that Khunoth hadn't mentioned someone was looking for him! "Uh, yes sir, I'm Gh'lan-"
"Good. This is for you. You're expected to vacate the barracks as soon as possible." The man cut him off, handing him one of the sheets and a curt pat on the shoulder. Blinking some more in amazed puzzlement, Gh'lan could only watch as the man strode away, obviously looking for someone else on his list.
"Well... I guess that is that...." Tada, who was on his shoulder, chirped helpfully in response, earning her a quick scratch and a sigh from her bonded.
Come on in Khunoth, we're moving today!
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