Post by Selvagem on Sept 30, 2008 7:02:11 GMT -8
Th’dis waited nervously for S’lyn’s reply through Chadath and Guiyath, trying to focus on finishing off his bronze’s tail in the process. He had just made a very bold move by his standards, and no matter what his dragonet thought, it had taken an extraordinary amount of courage for the barely thirteen-turn-old boy to ask for a klah with Telgar’s former Weyrleader. He had grown up hearing stories about the man – he was accustomed to showing him the greatest respect, never expecting more than a passing glance in return. What reason, after all, had Telgar’s Weyrleader to show interest in one of the numerous weyrbrats of the Lower Caverns?
Except, of course, if that same weyrbrat should now ride a bronze of such caliber as Guiyath. Not that anyone could have predictated that, at any rate: there had been many more “worthy”-seeming boys on the Sands that day, yet Guiyath had chosen him, and him alone. Th’dis felt his heart swell at the thought, and something in his newfound confidence gave him the temerity to construct a solid reply as his bronze came back with Chadath’s reply – in full.
That is well, my mighty bonze, he slapped an oily hand affectionately on the shimmering flank, half-amused at the offer of alcohol. His muscles still ached sparingly with the day’s chores, but he was feeling good just thinking about his Impression, Please help me say I am grateful for his acceptance. I won’t consider alcohol, but a cool drink would be nice. At his leisure.
Guiyath rumbled softly, wondering at what seemed to be a sudden and complete attitude in his weyrling. He asked no questions, however, and turned back to Chadath.
My chosen would convey his gratefulness to S’lyn for accepting the offer. He will not consider alcohol, but a cool drink is good. He will meet with S’lyn when Yours is ready.
He paused, considering the nearby ledges, Meanwhile, I would suggest that rock ledge overlooking the lake for sunning. It has much space and looks suitably warm
Except, of course, if that same weyrbrat should now ride a bronze of such caliber as Guiyath. Not that anyone could have predictated that, at any rate: there had been many more “worthy”-seeming boys on the Sands that day, yet Guiyath had chosen him, and him alone. Th’dis felt his heart swell at the thought, and something in his newfound confidence gave him the temerity to construct a solid reply as his bronze came back with Chadath’s reply – in full.
That is well, my mighty bonze, he slapped an oily hand affectionately on the shimmering flank, half-amused at the offer of alcohol. His muscles still ached sparingly with the day’s chores, but he was feeling good just thinking about his Impression, Please help me say I am grateful for his acceptance. I won’t consider alcohol, but a cool drink would be nice. At his leisure.
Guiyath rumbled softly, wondering at what seemed to be a sudden and complete attitude in his weyrling. He asked no questions, however, and turned back to Chadath.
My chosen would convey his gratefulness to S’lyn for accepting the offer. He will not consider alcohol, but a cool drink is good. He will meet with S’lyn when Yours is ready.
He paused, considering the nearby ledges, Meanwhile, I would suggest that rock ledge overlooking the lake for sunning. It has much space and looks suitably warm
