Post by Avu on Jan 2, 2009 15:49:26 GMT -5
Lonely. It simply did not make sense to the little brown that a green dragon would ever, ever be lonely. After all, she was pretty, she was a dragon, intelligent, capable of finding company - so why would she be lonely? Her explanation made him cock his head, Stupid's frill rising and falling uncertainly as he puzzled over it. Wing Drills...mm. His went there often, yes, so he understood that, but surely - surely - she met other dragons when she went to the Feeding Grounds, and other necessary places? Did they have a private bathing room? What about when her Rider went to the communal bathing rooms, if they didn't have one? None of which he could phrase into a question. Instead, he slid shyly to perch on her right forearm, curling up around one 'finger'. Will stay, no lonely, he promised solemnly, his eyes sparkling. Stay... he added, his tailtip flicking to drape loosely around one talon.
T'rid couldn't repress the slight scowl that flashed over his features as Stupid's words came to him - while it was easy to ignore Corinth for any length of time, it had proved utterly impossible to try to tune out Stupid, which was - not good, since the brown had a habit of broadcasting every thought that came across his mind. Corinth, can you convince Stupid to drop it? he asked the bronze, in rather testy tones. He doesn't listen to me any more than he listens to you, the bronze pointed out mildly. I don't even think he likes me. He's convinced I'm an idiot, /I/ think, for Chasing Aslath. Well, at least that's one thing Stupid and I have in common, T'rid answered, his mood dropping even lower as he thrust his hands into his pockets irritably.
Her...warning? Apology? - drew a noncommittal grunt from T'rid, the Weyrleader shrugging morosely, though his mind had taken a sudden morbid curiosity in getting sick. If he got sick, was he excused from duties? No, probably not...knowing the Weyrwoman, he'd be yelled at for getting sick. Nevertheless, it'd be interesting to actually have a halfway decent excuse for not doing anything. Hmm. If you get sick... It wasn't a threat, but a plaintive plea. I won't. I don't want to feel horrible. Do you need a ride? the bronze queried. It's not /that/ much of a walk, the bronzerider answered, amused and irritated at the bronze's expectant tone even as Lennae voiced the same question.
He shrugged, the warmth of the day already settling into him and making him rather sleepy. "I think I can manage," he answered shortly. "Unless you want Corinth to take us?" She was sick, wasn't she? ...how odd she looked, wrapped around in a blanket just after noon, like it was cold. He blinked askew at the Greenrider, started to ask if she had a fever or something, and then thought better of it, dismissing the question with a quick shake of his head. If she had a fever, she'd go to the Healers. He was no Healer, and he'd be no help even if she was about to die. He knew absolutely nothing past the very basics of healing, that all Weyrlings were required to learn.
T'rid couldn't repress the slight scowl that flashed over his features as Stupid's words came to him - while it was easy to ignore Corinth for any length of time, it had proved utterly impossible to try to tune out Stupid, which was - not good, since the brown had a habit of broadcasting every thought that came across his mind. Corinth, can you convince Stupid to drop it? he asked the bronze, in rather testy tones. He doesn't listen to me any more than he listens to you, the bronze pointed out mildly. I don't even think he likes me. He's convinced I'm an idiot, /I/ think, for Chasing Aslath. Well, at least that's one thing Stupid and I have in common, T'rid answered, his mood dropping even lower as he thrust his hands into his pockets irritably.
Her...warning? Apology? - drew a noncommittal grunt from T'rid, the Weyrleader shrugging morosely, though his mind had taken a sudden morbid curiosity in getting sick. If he got sick, was he excused from duties? No, probably not...knowing the Weyrwoman, he'd be yelled at for getting sick. Nevertheless, it'd be interesting to actually have a halfway decent excuse for not doing anything. Hmm. If you get sick... It wasn't a threat, but a plaintive plea. I won't. I don't want to feel horrible. Do you need a ride? the bronze queried. It's not /that/ much of a walk, the bronzerider answered, amused and irritated at the bronze's expectant tone even as Lennae voiced the same question.
He shrugged, the warmth of the day already settling into him and making him rather sleepy. "I think I can manage," he answered shortly. "Unless you want Corinth to take us?" She was sick, wasn't she? ...how odd she looked, wrapped around in a blanket just after noon, like it was cold. He blinked askew at the Greenrider, started to ask if she had a fever or something, and then thought better of it, dismissing the question with a quick shake of his head. If she had a fever, she'd go to the Healers. He was no Healer, and he'd be no help even if she was about to die. He knew absolutely nothing past the very basics of healing, that all Weyrlings were required to learn.