Post by Avu on Oct 21, 2008 16:58:09 GMT -5
Isn't it a pretty shiny, Tr'esnmine? Oquith asked happily, butting her head under Tr'esn's arm to display her shiny, a small silver earring she'd discovered nosing around the Archives. The Greenweyrling was doing Chores. Or more accurately, trying to do Chores - Oquith was distracting in a very good way. He adored the little green already and wanted to just ditch Archive Duty and spend the rest of the day outside with her. For him, that was exceedingly odd, but then, what did he expect? At least Oquith had been allowed into the Archives with him, he thought absently, scribbling at the paper. Something about a Hatching. A flitter Hatching, because the names didn't end in -th or -sk. Or maybe a 'mandyr Hatching...Tr'esn really wasn't paying strict attention and there were probably a good deal of flaws. It's a lovely earring, Qui, he assured her, eliciting a happy hum as Oquith sprawled by his feet, her small form pressing against his legs as she began to paw at it, her talonless foreleg curled below her as she snagged at the shiny happily.
Oquith had gained the Archivist's approval after the green had presented her with a writing stick that Tr'esn had tripped over while coming. The green had picked it up and happily offered it to the woman after Tr'esn had stammered out his request, promising Oquith would be as good as gold. Well, who could resist Oquith? She'd been allowed in without any further thought. Lovely. The Greenweyrling reached down, rubbing Oquith's head absently. Maybe I can give it to Wymeth or Qualuth! the green suggested happily, rubbing her head against Tr'esn's leg with a soft purr as she nudged the earring again. ...I'm sure either one of them would love it, Tr'esn said helplessly, bewildered by the Weyrlingdragon's adoration of her clutchbrother and sister. Was that normal?
Of course, Oquith wasn't entirely normal either, lacking talons on one foreleg and one hindleg, and lacking the spaded tail most dragons possessed, instead merely bearing a tapered end - but in Tr'esn's highly biased opinion, they were good quirks. It's so tiny, though. Can we make it bigger? Oquith asked, mouthing it and then pushing it into Tr'esn's palm. He cupped the earring lightly in his left hand as he scribbled absently with his right hand, shaking his head. Sorry, Qui, I don't think that's possible, but it's a lovely shiny anyways. The emerald green dragon hummed happily, reclaiming 'her' shiny and curling up around Tr'esn's legs again. Can you hurry, Tr'esnmine? I want to go find Wymeth-sister or Qualuth-brother. Again with that adoration of her clutchsiblings...Tr'esn shrugged, speeding up his writing. "I'm going as fast as I can," he mumbled, inadvertantly switching back into speaking aloud.
Oquith had gained the Archivist's approval after the green had presented her with a writing stick that Tr'esn had tripped over while coming. The green had picked it up and happily offered it to the woman after Tr'esn had stammered out his request, promising Oquith would be as good as gold. Well, who could resist Oquith? She'd been allowed in without any further thought. Lovely. The Greenweyrling reached down, rubbing Oquith's head absently. Maybe I can give it to Wymeth or Qualuth! the green suggested happily, rubbing her head against Tr'esn's leg with a soft purr as she nudged the earring again. ...I'm sure either one of them would love it, Tr'esn said helplessly, bewildered by the Weyrlingdragon's adoration of her clutchbrother and sister. Was that normal?
Of course, Oquith wasn't entirely normal either, lacking talons on one foreleg and one hindleg, and lacking the spaded tail most dragons possessed, instead merely bearing a tapered end - but in Tr'esn's highly biased opinion, they were good quirks. It's so tiny, though. Can we make it bigger? Oquith asked, mouthing it and then pushing it into Tr'esn's palm. He cupped the earring lightly in his left hand as he scribbled absently with his right hand, shaking his head. Sorry, Qui, I don't think that's possible, but it's a lovely shiny anyways. The emerald green dragon hummed happily, reclaiming 'her' shiny and curling up around Tr'esn's legs again. Can you hurry, Tr'esnmine? I want to go find Wymeth-sister or Qualuth-brother. Again with that adoration of her clutchsiblings...Tr'esn shrugged, speeding up his writing. "I'm going as fast as I can," he mumbled, inadvertantly switching back into speaking aloud.
