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741.12.22 | Who needs a shovel when you have a brown? - D'io - 23.Dec.20
Feet kicked the snow and D'io couldn't decide if he liked it or not. He'd never really seen the stuff until he'd joined candidacy and was shuttled off here and there to different weyrs when necessary. Being born in Ista afforded a certain amount of sun enjoyment and D'io was still thin-skinned enough that the cold of Fort got to him. He was bundled in as many layers as he could manage, a warm wherhide jacket and pants stuffed with a layer of cotton pants beneath. Shirrikath had insisted that it was over kill but the man wasn't taking any chances.
You would think someone was killing you the way you keep going on and on and on about the cold.
"That's not true," he muttered at the brown and kicked at the snow again, "Just because I'm not used to it doesn't mean that I'm acting like I'm dying."
Mhmm.. Sure, sure.
"You're not as funny as you think you are," D'ion continued and reached down to grab some of the offending snow. He packed it into a ball, cold seeping through the gloves he'd managed to get someone to make for him, and contemplated where to throw it. He glanced around to ensure that there was no one around and threw it down the weyr bowl. It didn't go very far, the packing he'd done not dense enough to do much in the way of keeping it's shape but he'd tried right?
Wonderful! Good job!
D'ion squinted his eyes and tried to decide if Shirrikath was being sarcastic or being truthful. Most of the time the brown was super supportive of D'io but there were times when the dragonet was an asshole and his rider couldn't figure out if this was one of those times. To make up for it, D'io stooped down again and gathered snow in his hand again. He packed the ball well this time, making sure that it was a solid ball before he spun around to throw it at Shirrikath.
He stopped short when he did so and gaped at the brown who was currently tunneling his head beneath the snow like a shovel. Shirrikath had effectively cleared an entire path from one end of the weyr bowl to the other by tunneling his head beneath the snow as he walked along with D'io and the man had been none the wiser. "What... What are you doing?" D'io sputtered out a laugh.
Having more fun than you clearly.