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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 10:08 am
O'thor tugged his jacket around himself a bit more snugly as he and Adamanth walked down the drafty halls of Malvren. They had finished with lessons for the day, but after several hours of napping, Adamanth had wanted to go out and build up his strength. O'thor had agreed, so long as his Silver didn't overdo it. So the pair found themselves trying to build up some warmth by taking Adamanth to explore the weyr. They might end up at the kitchens or the dining hall at the end of it, since they were warm and offered food for O'thor at the very least, but sometimes it differed. They would see.
The relationship with his dragon was still new enough that O'thor always found something to talk about with Adamanth. It was nice that when O'thor slipped away into his thought, too, Adamanth let him be pensive until something he thought intrigued the Silver enough to interrupt. Having someone so intimately in his mind was surprisingly easy to get used to; likely because it was, specifically, Adamanth. Adamanth who was the perfect dragon partner for him.
It could not have been otherwise, Adamanth confirmed, his eyes whirling the soft blue-green O'thor had come to know was common for him.
No, it couldn't have been, O'thor agreed.
That woman we just passed was a new Candidate from the Holds.
O'thor had hardly registered they had passed anyone, so he stopped to turn and look after her. Sure enough, she did turn down the hall that would eventually take her to the Candidate Master's office and the Barracks.
"How do you know?"
She was carrying a bag of belongings and looked both determined and nervous when she walked by us. You should be more observant, mine. Do not worry, though. I will help.
I know you will, Adamanth. He looked down at the small Silver dragon beside him. He would grow to monumental sizes later, O'thor knew, and that observant nature would serve them well when they were full riders. O'thor would have to learn from his partner's example.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 11:23 am
After lessons, Tormth had decided (read; informed K'rit) that they were going to explore. The silver reasoned that it would be a good chance for him to learn more about the Weyr, and to work on his endurance. Tormth might not have been vain in that he needed to tell every dragon in the Weyr of his greatness; but he certainly was vain enough that he had to feel K'rit, at least, knew how great he was.
"Alright," K'rit said with a smirk. Tormth had helped to open the boy up. He had been quiet and snarky before Impression; he still was quiet and snarky; but now he seemed a bit more genuine. Tormth had been working on him, certainly.
Mine, you must learn to be polite. We will be loved more, if so.
"I'm learning," K'rit assured the silver aloud, grinning. "You should learn not to push yourself so hard, Tormth." Tormth was determined not to appear weaker than his clutchmates. And though K'rit often reassured the silver that he would be one of the largest, strongest dragons--the silver continued to push himself. "I don't want you falling asleep in one of our lessons, or something."
Adamanth and his approach. Shall I greet them? the silver asked, but without waiting for a response, addressed his fellow silver. Adamanth! Will you and yours join us?
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 6:31 am
O'thor and Adamanth turned the corner and, with Adamanth's admonishment still in mind, it wasn't hard for him to notice and recognize the pair coming down the hallway toward them. After all, there had only been one other Silver in the last Clutch aside from Adamanth. Although he hadn't heard anything, it seemed that Tormth had at least bespoken Adamanth, as O'thor heard the reply in his mind as Adamanth responded to the invitation.
Join you for what, Tormth? Adamanth asked, his steps carrying him forward towards his brother as if the address hadn't startled him in the slightest.
"Afternoon, K'rit," O'thor greeted his dormmate. He'd had more time to learn the habits of the other Silverrider than any of their other yearmates, since he and K'rit now shared living space, and it seemed to have worked into a kind of understanding between them. At least, O'thor seemed to be less on the receiving end of the sharp tongue he knew K'rit possessed.
It is in part because you are so quiet unless engaged by the other person, Adamanth confided to O'thor privately. He is not one who enjoys idle chatter. You were a good fit for dormmates.
O'thor glanced down at his dragon. I think it had more to with you and Tormth both being Silvers, Adamanth.
"Where are you off to?" he asked politely.
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