Post by glamourie on Aug 17, 2010 13:10:15 GMT -5
He wanted to go that way. No, not that way, that way. Marsask gave Marsayis a very testy look. It was the middle of the night and – well, he wanted to explore. And His was being impossible. The two small menaces were out of the way, so what was the problem? But His was very awkward and well – Marsask was not about to let his curiosity be stunted because SayisHis was being ridiculous. So it was that he forcibly hauled Marsayis down the halls of the Rider Weyrs, looking for something interesting – something that would ensnare his attention. So many snorers. How was that supposed to be interesting? They were so boring, weren’t they, SayisHis? The blue wher almost completely vanished in the dark of the halls, lit sparingly by glows for the wanderers; since dragonriders were diurnal as a rule, there was next to no reason to have the corridors around their weyrs lit up and that pleased Marsask immensely. Everyone was sleeping – that annoyed Marsayis. He’d have much preferred to go do something with people who were awake. That or sleep more himself. Why did his wher have to be so pushy at the weirdest moments? The thought made Marsayis growl in his throat. Growly growl.
Marsask, being infinite in his wisdom, completely ignored his handler. He was just grumbly because he had to be awake. Marsask had no sympathy; these were the hours to be aliiiive! Besides, his was being boring. Very boring. And that – that was interesting. ThiswaythiswaythisWAY.
“Where are you taking me, you overgrown salamandyr?!” Marsayis hissed – quietly, of course, to avoid drawing attention. He was fond of Marsask, in a twisted way, but that didn’t stop him from insulting his mindmate left and right. Crazy, Marsask made him. Or so he’d have liked to claim. Really, Sayis wasn’t that bothered. What bothered him was the fact that Marsask seemed intent on invading someone’s Weyr for no reason other than to satisfy his curiosity. Marsayis would’ve minded considerably less if he could’ve stayed at home while the wher sated his fascination. As it was... well... It was dangerous. Some riders woke up flinging knives and the last thing that he wanted was to get stabbed.
His comment earned a bristle of annoyance from Marsask, who made absolutely no effort to stop in his hauling of Sayis through the corridors toward an entry way that had stolen his attention. He was not a salamandyr. Couldn’t His tell how much smarter he was? Well, obviously he’d picked the dumbest candidate. All looks, no brains – “At least you noticed I’m gorgeous,” – if you say so. The blue wher flapped one wing irritably. His was so obsessed with how he looked. Really, it didn’t matter since they were out in the dark and the little humans couldn’t see very well around then to start with. Ever-practical, Marsask was. But noooo, His insisted on looking the best all the time. Silly His. Ridiculous His. Ooooo. This would work. Looking back at Marsayis (who looked displeased at the thought that no one could appreciate his looks thanks to how dark it was whenever he was awake – most annoying, that), Marsask yipped. The blue wher released his handler and promptly bolted into a nearby weyr.
“What? – Where – Marsask!” Hissing through clenched teeth, Marsayis skidded into the weyr after his wher and promptly doubled over. Marsask continued ahead of him and flung himself into the furs of the occupant, nestling around as if he owned the bed itself. He knew this one. This was the one that His had liked so well – he remembered her, oh yes he did. See, see! He was no salamandyr. He could find His people to talk to. Wake uuuuup humanly~
Marsask, being infinite in his wisdom, completely ignored his handler. He was just grumbly because he had to be awake. Marsask had no sympathy; these were the hours to be aliiiive! Besides, his was being boring. Very boring. And that – that was interesting. ThiswaythiswaythisWAY.
“Where are you taking me, you overgrown salamandyr?!” Marsayis hissed – quietly, of course, to avoid drawing attention. He was fond of Marsask, in a twisted way, but that didn’t stop him from insulting his mindmate left and right. Crazy, Marsask made him. Or so he’d have liked to claim. Really, Sayis wasn’t that bothered. What bothered him was the fact that Marsask seemed intent on invading someone’s Weyr for no reason other than to satisfy his curiosity. Marsayis would’ve minded considerably less if he could’ve stayed at home while the wher sated his fascination. As it was... well... It was dangerous. Some riders woke up flinging knives and the last thing that he wanted was to get stabbed.
His comment earned a bristle of annoyance from Marsask, who made absolutely no effort to stop in his hauling of Sayis through the corridors toward an entry way that had stolen his attention. He was not a salamandyr. Couldn’t His tell how much smarter he was? Well, obviously he’d picked the dumbest candidate. All looks, no brains – “At least you noticed I’m gorgeous,” – if you say so. The blue wher flapped one wing irritably. His was so obsessed with how he looked. Really, it didn’t matter since they were out in the dark and the little humans couldn’t see very well around then to start with. Ever-practical, Marsask was. But noooo, His insisted on looking the best all the time. Silly His. Ridiculous His. Ooooo. This would work. Looking back at Marsayis (who looked displeased at the thought that no one could appreciate his looks thanks to how dark it was whenever he was awake – most annoying, that), Marsask yipped. The blue wher released his handler and promptly bolted into a nearby weyr.
“What? – Where – Marsask!” Hissing through clenched teeth, Marsayis skidded into the weyr after his wher and promptly doubled over. Marsask continued ahead of him and flung himself into the furs of the occupant, nestling around as if he owned the bed itself. He knew this one. This was the one that His had liked so well – he remembered her, oh yes he did. See, see! He was no salamandyr. He could find His people to talk to. Wake uuuuup humanly~