12.Jun.13, 03:42 AM
Atlan had closed his eyes against the warm sun, but opened them when a shadow passed overhead. He caught a glimpse of a brown tail as the flying dragon passed over the section of stream he was swimming in. He'd evidently not chosen as secluded part of the river as he'd thought. The dragon's voice in his head caused him to start, striking towards a more shallow section of the stream where his feet could get purchase. Dragons rarely talked to any of the weyrbrats and even more rarely remarked on their physical attributes.
Water dripping off of his near naked body, Atlan stood to see the dragon and its rider. He recognized both, albeit the dragon only because of the rider. Atlan wasn't familiar with all of the riders, but C'vir being a wingsecond meant he was a bit more on the radar than most. The dragon calling Atlan "handsome" was a bit of a mystery. From common understanding, dragons didn't notice physical attributes unless their riders did, meaning that C'vir had noticed, and C'vir didn't seem to notice that sort of thing.
Puzzled and curious, Atlan gave the rider and dragon a small smile, calling out to them as they landed.
"I don't mind the company at all."
Water dripping off of his near naked body, Atlan stood to see the dragon and its rider. He recognized both, albeit the dragon only because of the rider. Atlan wasn't familiar with all of the riders, but C'vir being a wingsecond meant he was a bit more on the radar than most. The dragon calling Atlan "handsome" was a bit of a mystery. From common understanding, dragons didn't notice physical attributes unless their riders did, meaning that C'vir had noticed, and C'vir didn't seem to notice that sort of thing.
Puzzled and curious, Atlan gave the rider and dragon a small smile, calling out to them as they landed.
"I don't mind the company at all."