25.Jan.15, 01:48 AM
While Mosiath was more than capable of going off hunting on his own, the pair enjoyed the early morning ventures together whether to get away from the chaos of the Weyr or simply to chat without interruption. On that particular morning they were playing Mosiath’s favourite game of I-spy. It was usually more challenging when they were within the Weyr limits with more objects and people around but sometimes finding obscure things in the forest and hunting areas was just as fun since it made for creative thinking and possibly a bit of cheating with picking out one particular tree or stick that human eyes couldn’t pinpoint.
It was M’ris’ turn to pick out something and have the great bronze guess when Rilaleeyth and J’ver came into view. The bronzerider scowled, annoyed at someone else giving into their dragon’s pleas for company before breakfast was even served, but it was worsened by the fact that it was J’ver. How and why that timid green dragon bonded to such a man would always be a mystery. I spy with my little eye… a slimy green tunnelsnake.
Missy! That’s not how you play and you know it. You just gave away the answer with that… oh. Mosiath turned when he sensed Rilaleeyth’s approach and greeted her with genuine friendliness. She was a sweet dragon but it was hard to chat to her when Tyrrisath was always lurking nearby or J’ver’s deceitful nature was contaminating the area. He quietly withdrew from M’ris’ mind to give the man less distractions when dealing with the greenrider and took to chatting with Rilaleeyth as he watched her hunt.
“That’s bronzerider M’ris to you and yes, it was peaceful here.” He had no interest in talking to J’ver and hoped he was perfectly clear in that intention with his brisk brush off but the greenrider was hard to shake when he believed he had the upper hand and the next words out of the man’s mouth proved that was exactly the case.
Indeed. But it could also be Weyrleader M’ris.
An eyebrow slowly rose at the implication of that statement. Sure, any and all bronzeriders toyed with the idea of carrying that title and had tossed it around in private to see how it flowed with their name but M’ris wasn’t stupid and wasn’t about to agree to what could or should be, not when J’ver was concerned.
“What are you playing at now, J’ver? I’m not about to say anything for you to use against me with S’kef.”
It was M’ris’ turn to pick out something and have the great bronze guess when Rilaleeyth and J’ver came into view. The bronzerider scowled, annoyed at someone else giving into their dragon’s pleas for company before breakfast was even served, but it was worsened by the fact that it was J’ver. How and why that timid green dragon bonded to such a man would always be a mystery. I spy with my little eye… a slimy green tunnelsnake.
Missy! That’s not how you play and you know it. You just gave away the answer with that… oh. Mosiath turned when he sensed Rilaleeyth’s approach and greeted her with genuine friendliness. She was a sweet dragon but it was hard to chat to her when Tyrrisath was always lurking nearby or J’ver’s deceitful nature was contaminating the area. He quietly withdrew from M’ris’ mind to give the man less distractions when dealing with the greenrider and took to chatting with Rilaleeyth as he watched her hunt.
“That’s bronzerider M’ris to you and yes, it was peaceful here.” He had no interest in talking to J’ver and hoped he was perfectly clear in that intention with his brisk brush off but the greenrider was hard to shake when he believed he had the upper hand and the next words out of the man’s mouth proved that was exactly the case.
Indeed. But it could also be Weyrleader M’ris.
An eyebrow slowly rose at the implication of that statement. Sure, any and all bronzeriders toyed with the idea of carrying that title and had tossed it around in private to see how it flowed with their name but M’ris wasn’t stupid and wasn’t about to agree to what could or should be, not when J’ver was concerned.
“What are you playing at now, J’ver? I’m not about to say anything for you to use against me with S’kef.”