Post by Tashe on May 23, 2012 17:27:41 GMT -5
Brrr. It was cold. He'd nearly forgotten how the winters in the North were. Unlike he, Castidenloth was comfortably sunning himself on their weyrledge laughing at his expense. I told you, you should have just waited a little longer to hide. You didn't have to hunker down in your hiding spot for such a long time. Yeah well... you are a spoil sport. So there. At least I'm not an old man. Hey, if I'm such an old man, lets see if I remember your midwinter's present. He could feel Castidenloth's laughter even if he couldn't hear it. He didn't mind waiting, one never really knew for certain when a wild Farryl would pass by after work. Even though this was a common exit that he'd spotted her leaving from quite a few times. He'd gathered enough snow from around his hiding spot to make a few snowballs with while not making suspicious indents in the white powder. Now he only had to wait behind his snowdrift in his white and light grey snow jacket (the one he'd acquired for exactly the purpose of hiding in the snow).
Upside, he had remembered to bring a insulated skin of Klah to keep him company as he "hunkered down". It wasn't scalding hot any more, which was good, it also meant he could gulp down a bigger mouthful than he could before. You know, without burning his mouth out of his head. With a warm feeling in the bottom of his belly, K'thay began making designs in the snow on the back of his snow drift. Random swirls turned into directional arrows and a miniature map of the surrounding Inverness area. If he wasn't Fort bred and trained no one was. With a sigh, the Bluerider snubbed out the map with the heel of his hand and cast a glance around the inside of the Weyrbowl. He still didn't feel confident about living inside of a Volcano, even if it was supposed to be dormant, and after two turns he still remained skittish over the fact.
In fact the volcano's dormancy wasn't the only thing he was having trouble getting used to... Peace. No War. No fighting or conniving or battles. His business was war, more specifically, assassination. And he was currently out of the job and it made him antsy. Threadfall did nothing for him and Casti, although it seemed the Blue enjoyed destroying it out of default. But he didn't get the specific pleasure that aerial battles did. Stretching one leg than the other K'thay yawned, though he froze when a group of people started to exit. Was Farryl among them?
Upside, he had remembered to bring a insulated skin of Klah to keep him company as he "hunkered down". It wasn't scalding hot any more, which was good, it also meant he could gulp down a bigger mouthful than he could before. You know, without burning his mouth out of his head. With a warm feeling in the bottom of his belly, K'thay began making designs in the snow on the back of his snow drift. Random swirls turned into directional arrows and a miniature map of the surrounding Inverness area. If he wasn't Fort bred and trained no one was. With a sigh, the Bluerider snubbed out the map with the heel of his hand and cast a glance around the inside of the Weyrbowl. He still didn't feel confident about living inside of a Volcano, even if it was supposed to be dormant, and after two turns he still remained skittish over the fact.
In fact the volcano's dormancy wasn't the only thing he was having trouble getting used to... Peace. No War. No fighting or conniving or battles. His business was war, more specifically, assassination. And he was currently out of the job and it made him antsy. Threadfall did nothing for him and Casti, although it seemed the Blue enjoyed destroying it out of default. But he didn't get the specific pleasure that aerial battles did. Stretching one leg than the other K'thay yawned, though he froze when a group of people started to exit. Was Farryl among them?