Reunion of Friends ... sorta (D'nar)

[dragon]

He'd have done this a lot sooner, if he'd have been able. As it was, he made his way back down to the weyrling barracks as soon as he could. He could walk fairly well now, with very little if any gimp and no walking cane. C'oar still couldn't run, however ... that hurt. His appearance was altered since the last time he'd seen Danar ... D'nar, he reminded himself. Quite a few new scars, and now a sword hanging on his back, the handle jutting past his shoulder by his head.

But, here he was finally. Frosstyth had followed along, though slowly, pausing to sniff every plant along the way. The brown seemed somewhat dissappointed that there weren't any leaves left to munch on anymore. Winter was a desolate time to be wandering around ... no leaves to munch on!!! Or choke on ...

C'oar went into the barracks, leaving his dragon outside. He wondered which room it was they had stuffed D'nar and his dragon into, but figured it would be better to call and be answered, than to go poking into every doorway...

The place rankled, somewhat. Both on a time that seemed like only yesterday, when he had spent a great deal of his own time in the place. But also he remembered that attack that had happened. The memories were both pleasant, and unpleasant. An odd mix that grated on the soul.

"Danar?" C'oar asked, before wincing and kicking himself. Forgot the honorary ... again. But it couldn't be that bad ... it had taken months and months for Saeo to remember his. But then, Saeo was odd. "D'nar?" He called, again, hoping the other lad was around, would hear, and would answer.

[Rei]

Olanreth stretched and got to his feet. You will bathe me now yes? D’nar rolled his eyes. I bathed you yesterday. Yes but this is today. Before the dragon could continue further however a call rang out down the hallway. It seems someone is calling you mine. They even use your old name. “I heard.” the bronze weyrling replied before getting off the cot he was lounging on. “Shall we go see who calls?” Olanreth seemed to consider this for a second and then snorted and started for the door. Sure why not. I have nothing better to do since you won’t bathe me like a good rider. “Come off it Olanreth. You know I’ll…”

D’nar paused in the hallway as C’oar came into view and a smile lit up his face. “C’oar! Hey you missed the hatching. How are you doing?” Olanreth watched the exchange with disinterest his tail tip twitching. This is your brown rider friend? He hardly looks impressive. In fact he looks about as dumb as you are. The bronze weyrling rolled his eyes. Remind me again why I love you? The pale bronze snorted and examined C’oar again. Hmmm. The bronze weyrling approached his friend and clasped his arm. “Holy Faranth you look like you took a beating. By the way the pale lump behind me is Olanreth. Don’t expect him to say hi himself he’s to darn arrogant and stuck up.” I am not stuck up. I just do not see why I should have to speak to him. I have you to speak for me after all. “Yeah, Yeah. I get it.” The weyrling shot back to his dragon.

“How’s Frosstyth doing? I haven’t seen him in what feels like ages. Where are you guys at in lessons now?” D’nar paused then and laughed. “Sorry for the third degree. I just haven’t seen you in awhile. You staying out of trouble?”

[dragon]

C'oar was pleased to see his friend ... and doing so well. Not to mention with a nice bronze following him around. It was almost funny ... the lad had always talked about his bronze, and now he had it! C'oar just hoped that D'nar was going to be up for the challenges ahead of him. Bronzeriding was no small task to sneeze at. "I did miss the hatching, unfortunately. Getting around has been a slow process to get back to. I tell you ... never know how much you love your legs until you suddenly can't use 'em." He chuckled lightly, but shook his head. "I didn't get it as bad as some of them did ..." Shards, some of them had lost thier lives, even. Which was horrible ... but not somthing C'oar was going to bring up, either.

"I might have taken a bit of a beating, sure ... but I like to think I gave worse than I got." He nodded slightly, before turning his gaze to look upon the pale beast that was Olanreth. "Well ... he looks good. Nice and stout ... not scrawny at all." He praised, quietly. "How's he tempered?"

"Frosstyth is alright ... getting bigger and bigger. I swear, I don't know when he'll stop growing. He's gonna be a big brown, that's for sure ... another one that'll never be called scrawny." C'oar nodded, slightly. "Still eating leaves, though ... can't seem to stop him. He just likes to eat leaves. Though ... winter has sorta slowed that down a little. Can't eat leaves if they're not there to be eaten, eh? Maybe he'll outgrow it, I dunno. He hasn't yet. I'm glad I can get around well enough to tend to him myself, though ... though Storm does help out a lot. I think he likes washing Frosst."

"Me ... out of trouble? D'nar, man ... I can't move fast enough to get into trouble, if I wanted to!!" C'oar answered, before busting into a laugh. "Yeah, I'm staying out of trouble. Though the healers would swear up and down otherwise. I don't think they like me much, always having to go find me and all. I never did go far, though, I don't know what they were complaining about."

[Rei]

D’nar broke into a wide grin and patted Olanreth’s shoulder. “Pretty impressive isn’t he. As far as temperament. Sarcastic, deliberately snotty, and arrogant. But he’s a bronze. I forgive him. Suppose it comes with the territory.” Olanreth snorted. You act as if you are not the same way ninety percent of the time. Honestly we clash because you refuse to listen, even when my advice obviously trumps yours. Hard headed you are. Eventually I will crack you. C’oar’s, supposed, compliment had Olanreth craning his neck and deliberately posing. Nice of him to notice that I am not scrawny. Perhaps he does have a bit of a brain. I should have known you would drift to males as lacking in intelligence as him. Really Narmine. I had hope for you when I met K’lir.

The bronze weyrling rolled his eyes, used to Olanreth’s sometimes snide comments. “I am afraid as far as your concerned he is not impressed. Give him time. He’ll warm up to you.” Olanreth crooned. Perhaps I will if he grows a brain. Olan quit being nasty. The pale bronze flipped his tail and pushed past his bonded and C’oar. I will go met this Frosstyth. I want to ask him why in Faranth’s name he believes leaves are an adequate source of nutrition. Perhaps if he has any sort of intelligence he can be talked out of it. D’nar watched his dragon leave and shrugged. Turning to C’oar he ran a hand through his dark hair. “Sorry about him in advance. He is throwing a fit because I haven’t bathed him this morning. Just be glad he doesn't speak to you. Actaully he hasn't spoken to anyone besides me.” And K'lir's son. The last bit was added silently.

D’nar laughed along with C’oar at the brown rider’s next comment. "I suppose it is hard to get into trouble when you’re a gimp.” He teased. “I’ve missed you actually. It’s been boring with you gone. Lessons, chores, and taking care of my sour mind mate take up like all my time.” At that moment Hero burst from between and fluted pleasantly to C’oar. He had not seen the lad in awhile! Landing on hispet’s shoulder he looked for his sire and chirped questioningly. Where was Storm? He was a sire now to. With the most beautiful mate. His Elegance. The bronze’s tone was possessive and D’nar chuckled before stroking the flitters head. “Hero helps with Olan sometimes but most of his time is spent spoiling R’wign’s Ellie. He is her current mate. Probably her only one if he has any say. I don’t remember if you where around for the hatching in the main hall. Hero was the sire of that clutch.”

Olanreth strode outside and looked over at the lounging brown. I suppose you are Frosstyth? I am Olanreth. Yours says you eat leaves? Ok…so it wasn’t the most pleasant greeting, but nor was it meant to be insulting in any way. Olanreth was not a deliberately mean dragon. Just opinionated and proper. Perhaps a bit vain but who could fault that? Bronze’s where expected to be such. Flopping down in the waning sunshine the pale dragon looked up at the clouds. I suppose we do not have to much time to sun, pity.

[dragon]

C'oar watched as Olanreth shouldered past. "Well. I can see that. I hope he tones down a bit as he ages. The whole world isn't going to hand itself over on a silver platter, after all." C'oar mentioned. Scratching an ear, he looked over at Danar again. "Bronzes can be that way. But not all of them are as bad as they could be." C'oar shrugged. "He doesn't have to be impressed with me. He's kindof ... a baby dragon. Hasn't seen much of the world yet, ya'know? That'd be like getting offended cause a kitten decided you were stupid." No ... getting worked up over a dragonet's ideas was rather ... silly. Even if it was your own dragonet. "Just wait till he ages some."

"Yeah ... he will take up a lot of time. That's kinda why I never did hunt you up after I Impressed. I was busybusybusy. Lessons, chores, and taking care of Frosst had me pretty well tied up." C'oar watched with interest as Hero twirled around and landed, before nodding with approval. Storm sure threw some decent offspring. Though it was undoubtedly a shame that Hero's queenmother had been slain.

How someone managed to catch and kill a flitter - much less a gold - C'oar had no idea.

"Storm? Sleeping somewhere warm. He thought we were idiots to go out in the cold. So we left him snoozing. And yeah ... I can imagine Hero doting on Ellie. Storm did that, too, with Zesa. Apparently it's in the blood line." C'oar chuckled.

Frosstyth lifted his head from his front feet as the young bronze strolled out to meet him. Arching his neck, the burly brown looked down on the bronze. That was an odd sensation ... to be looking down on a bronze. He was used to looking up at them. But this one was ... tiny. Teeny tiny. Actually, being able to look down on a bronze felt kinda good. I am Frosstyth. He answered, emperiously.

Sun? There was hardly any sun this time of year. You hatched at the wrong time of year if you wanted sun. Frosstyth pointed out, crossing his front legs and wrapping his tail around his body. This little bronze likely thought the world was his, just like any other bronze did. Frosstyth wondered how long it would take the hatchling to start railing on him for not kowtowing yet. It was really amusing, when it wasn't annoying, the way bronzes worked. And Frosstyth considered it totally unfair that everyone chose the bronzy hide over any other dragon just cause of thier color and size. Effort and intelligence should count for something, in his book.

[Rei]

D’nar smiled as C’oar spoke and shrugged as he commented about Olanreth. The pale bronze was smug, overconfident, and sometimes downright unbearable. However he was still D’nar’s dragon. He wouldn’t trade him for anything on Pern. Nothing compared to his bonded’s worth. Olanreth he was stuck with, but really he was happy. Happier than he had been in a long time. Whether he grew out of it or not it really didn’t matter. They where a pair. Where one went the other would follow.

Hero chirped as he heard his sires name and fixed C’oar with an interested gaze before jumping off D’nar’s shoulder to perch on a nearby shelf. Whirling blue eyes examined the two lads as the bronze began to preen. The weyrling watched his pet for a moment before turning back to C’oar. “Yeah it’s a shame about Zesa. I keep wanting to go and see Meira but I doubt she wants to be bothered right now. I know I wouldn’t want people coming up to me constantly reminding me of what I lost.” The bronze weyrling sighed heavily. He really did hope the former wherhandler was ok.

The brown’s smug tone had Olanreth snorting. The pale hatchling was unimpressed. Just because he was little was no reason to think him unintelligent and the little hatchling’s eyes blazed with brief annoyance before they settled into a more neutral shade. Hmm I suppose I did hatch a bit late for sun. I think I hatched a bit late for intelligent conversation as well. Pity. Curling up he turned his head to watch the passing clouds. If the brown wanted to act all high and mighty Olanreth would be happy to return the favor. So yours says you eat leaves. I am curious as to the reasoning behind such an action. Please do inform me. Turning his head from the sky he focused on the larger dragon completely.

[dragon]

C'oar shrugged. "I don't know Meira hardly at all. All I know is of her. It would be durned odd if I just out of the blue walked up to her like that. And yes ... I do beleive it would be horrid to be reminded a few hundred times over about her loss." C'oar agreed. THere were a lot of people in the Weyr ... a few hundred just in riders, much less Wherhandlers and weyrfolk! C'oar didn't even hazard to try and guess how many humans there were in the Weyr ... guessing at draconics would be even harder, especially considering how many pets there were fluttering around.

He himself only had one ... Storm ... granted, that by accident. But he was happy to keep it at just one. He didn't even have a notion of an idea of how the bronze would react if he did somehow end up with another pet. Storm was used to having nearly all his attention. He'd fairly had a conniption over Frosstyth, at first, until he'd realized that Frosstyth was not a pet ... and couldn't be discarded either.

"Anyway ... on to lighter topics..." C'oar decided. "How is Pasine? Have you had any time at all to talk to her?" He asked, aware that D'nar was sweet on the candidate... or ... at least had been. He'd been out of touch so long he really didn't know any more.

Frosstyth hated that the upstart of a young bronze was stuck on the leaf eating idea. Ignoring the last comment apparently hadn't led him to forgetting the topic .... he didn't want to talk about eating leaves! Especially since there weren't any to be had ... winter was such a desolate time... No leaves at all. I would agree in the too late for intelligence, too, I guess. I've met brighter dragons than you. Frosstyth agreed, amiably. Heck ... if a bronze was going to go around calling himself stupid, Frosstyth wasn't going to argue with him!! It would be about time that some shiny butt realized that. But again, Frosstyth refused to even acknowledge that the baby bronze had said anything about leaves.