14.Apr.12, 10:14 AM
Saquith stared at Erisi at his obvious distress to his hair being mussed and his own close presence. He gave the weyrling a quick snort of air to the face. He does not like my being close. Does he think that he will only ever be near his… one? He held back the snide comment that was forming in his mind. While usually a gentle and kind dragon, Saquith was forming a great dislike for the pair before them, mostly due to N'gelt's strong emotions spilling into his own mind. Charath's response elicited a deep rumble of draconic laughter within Saquith's chest. Be my guest, I would love to see you perform such a feat in such a short time. Maybe we can catch up, share tips later? His voice dripped with sarcasm, after this encounter Saquith had no desire whatsoever to interact with the little Green. She would certainly never be one he would ask to chase.
Erisi's icy gaze went unnoticed by N'gelt, but his words did not. Letting people lord over his life? Had this idiotic whirling been eating hallucinogenic herbs? N'gelt paused to wonder for a moment. Were all weyrlings this besotted with their new dragons? He didn't remember being that way. Though the main memory he had of his first few days was feed, bathe, oil, feed, sleep. Wake up, repeat. The curiosity was quickly dropped, feeling Saquith radiating frustration and anger beside him. It took all his will to restrain the dragon from doing more than blowing puffs of air at the weyrling. His own will… well.
Crack!
Erisi's skull made a rather pleasing sound as N'gelt's fist landed, he would certainly be sporting a rather pleasing bruise across his cheekbone for the next while. N'gelt tossed his head into the air, staring down his nose at the weyrling, though there was little need for him to do so with his height.
"It would do you well to learn to respect your superiors." N'gelt sneered. Beside him Saquith's eyes whirled a peculiar mix of blue and red, angered but pleased for his rider's excellent punch. He turned on his heel, striding down to his dragon's neck and leaping up into the saddle. He looked down at Erisi in thought, then decided that no, it wasn't worth speaking to the insolent boy again. 'Let's go, Saquith.' N'gelt sent, clipping himself into his straps. The Brown leapt aloft, using his wings more than he needed to send buffets of wind over the weyrlings before turning on wingpoint and disappearing between. Was he showing off? A little.
Erisi's icy gaze went unnoticed by N'gelt, but his words did not. Letting people lord over his life? Had this idiotic whirling been eating hallucinogenic herbs? N'gelt paused to wonder for a moment. Were all weyrlings this besotted with their new dragons? He didn't remember being that way. Though the main memory he had of his first few days was feed, bathe, oil, feed, sleep. Wake up, repeat. The curiosity was quickly dropped, feeling Saquith radiating frustration and anger beside him. It took all his will to restrain the dragon from doing more than blowing puffs of air at the weyrling. His own will… well.
Crack!
Erisi's skull made a rather pleasing sound as N'gelt's fist landed, he would certainly be sporting a rather pleasing bruise across his cheekbone for the next while. N'gelt tossed his head into the air, staring down his nose at the weyrling, though there was little need for him to do so with his height.
"It would do you well to learn to respect your superiors." N'gelt sneered. Beside him Saquith's eyes whirled a peculiar mix of blue and red, angered but pleased for his rider's excellent punch. He turned on his heel, striding down to his dragon's neck and leaping up into the saddle. He looked down at Erisi in thought, then decided that no, it wasn't worth speaking to the insolent boy again. 'Let's go, Saquith.' N'gelt sent, clipping himself into his straps. The Brown leapt aloft, using his wings more than he needed to send buffets of wind over the weyrlings before turning on wingpoint and disappearing between. Was he showing off? A little.