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14.Aug.13, 11:12 AM
S'cer couldn't help the wry, albeit tired, smile that slipped across his face any more than he could prevent the amused chuckle from creeping out. "I could fall down asleep right now and sleep forever," he admitted, sitting up and moving his legs so A'liran could have a place to sit. Weyrling barracks were just that--barracks--and S'cer didn't want to be rude; the fact that A'liran came to visit at all given their last run-in at the Execution was astounding.
Quelseth peered at Bastard with eyes that whirled with excitement, intrigued by the small bronze. She hadn't really been around many firelizards beyond Edik, who had taken a shine to her, and she nosed closer, sniffing delicately at the bronze. Edik popped from between, settling proprietorially on Quelseth's side, eyeing the bronze in a wary manner. The green was his shiny collectible, and he wasn't above proving it if Bastard got too nosy; the long tail flicked in an agitated manner, but Edik remained where he was, observing.
"I didn't think you'd be the first to come, really," S'cer managed, not quite sure what to say. He admired A'liran for his tenacity and guts, but he didn't really know him--prior to Impression, S'cer had been content to avoid any and all dragonfolk. Perhaps now was the time to try to cultivate a friendship, as the shared experience of Impressing green gave them something in common, but truthfully S'cer had given up on friendships so many Turns ago that he was afraid he had forgotten how to be a good friend. "But I'm glad you did." He shot A'liran a grin, running a hand through his hair in a rare bout of nervousness.
"Do you have any advice besides always have your meat-cutting knife at the ready?" Though Quelseth was small, S'cer had no clue how she could consume so much meat, and he was glad that she was only a green; if he had Impressed a blue or a brown, he would be cutting up even more. "I dreamed of dancing meat chunks last night--it was rather horrible."
Quelseth peered at Bastard with eyes that whirled with excitement, intrigued by the small bronze. She hadn't really been around many firelizards beyond Edik, who had taken a shine to her, and she nosed closer, sniffing delicately at the bronze. Edik popped from between, settling proprietorially on Quelseth's side, eyeing the bronze in a wary manner. The green was his shiny collectible, and he wasn't above proving it if Bastard got too nosy; the long tail flicked in an agitated manner, but Edik remained where he was, observing.
"I didn't think you'd be the first to come, really," S'cer managed, not quite sure what to say. He admired A'liran for his tenacity and guts, but he didn't really know him--prior to Impression, S'cer had been content to avoid any and all dragonfolk. Perhaps now was the time to try to cultivate a friendship, as the shared experience of Impressing green gave them something in common, but truthfully S'cer had given up on friendships so many Turns ago that he was afraid he had forgotten how to be a good friend. "But I'm glad you did." He shot A'liran a grin, running a hand through his hair in a rare bout of nervousness.
"Do you have any advice besides always have your meat-cutting knife at the ready?" Though Quelseth was small, S'cer had no clue how she could consume so much meat, and he was glad that she was only a green; if he had Impressed a blue or a brown, he would be cutting up even more. "I dreamed of dancing meat chunks last night--it was rather horrible."
