Post by Sheari on Feb 12, 2012 19:49:29 GMT -5
Kelinale wasn't sure what to think. Since his arrival at the weyr he'd sort-of-met M'kai, the Candidatemaster, though it seemed his bunkmate Alcherion was always gone when the young harper was at his bunk. Cleric didn't seem to mind it one bit, and had taken to sleeping on the bunk whenever both Alcherion was gone and Kelinale wasn't looking, much to Kelinale's chagrin at always having to tell her not to. He wished he'd be able to visit with L'am and Jeth. Cleric's fear of the dragons was slowly fading and she dared to walk up behind them and sniff them until they even so much was twitched. Kelinale found it amusing to no end to watch her turn tail and flee at the beasts' slightest movement with her nearby. Eventually she would no longer fear them, but until then he would simply have to encourage her.
For the moment now Kelinale was lurking down corridors, his canine at his side, her ball in its pouch on his belt. Cleric panted, plodding along next to him. "What do you think?" Kelinale asked her. She nosed his leg, tail waging. She didn't think much, but was content...she also wanted her ball, eying the pouch and whining. "Oh all right," the candidate smiled, tossing the ball down the corridor. Cleric bounded after it, tongue lolling. Kelinale stretched, curious of how weyrfolk lived. Was it the same as a hold? His mind was on Impression a lot, sure, with the younger gold having Flown recently. L'am had said that it may have taken months, even another turn or so before anything happened!
What colour would it be? Kelinale wasn't sure. There were times where he wasn't so sure he even wanted to stand. What if he was never able to be a real harper? What if he didn't Impress? The "what if's" would war with each other in his head sometimes, but the one that stood out the most was what would happen to Cleric. He'd seen other dragonriders have lizards, but none of them he'd seen had dogs. Just then he realized that Cleric hadn't come back. She never took so long to come back unless it was a long toss. "Cleric," he called, loosing a sharp whistle. When she didn't respond or appeared he called again.
"Cler?"
For the moment now Kelinale was lurking down corridors, his canine at his side, her ball in its pouch on his belt. Cleric panted, plodding along next to him. "What do you think?" Kelinale asked her. She nosed his leg, tail waging. She didn't think much, but was content...she also wanted her ball, eying the pouch and whining. "Oh all right," the candidate smiled, tossing the ball down the corridor. Cleric bounded after it, tongue lolling. Kelinale stretched, curious of how weyrfolk lived. Was it the same as a hold? His mind was on Impression a lot, sure, with the younger gold having Flown recently. L'am had said that it may have taken months, even another turn or so before anything happened!
What colour would it be? Kelinale wasn't sure. There were times where he wasn't so sure he even wanted to stand. What if he was never able to be a real harper? What if he didn't Impress? The "what if's" would war with each other in his head sometimes, but the one that stood out the most was what would happen to Cleric. He'd seen other dragonriders have lizards, but none of them he'd seen had dogs. Just then he realized that Cleric hadn't come back. She never took so long to come back unless it was a long toss. "Cleric," he called, loosing a sharp whistle. When she didn't respond or appeared he called again.
"Cler?"
