21.Mar.12, 05:55 PM
How weird it was, to be heading to the Weyrling Barracks on business!
I’shan strode away from Ilveriath, who perched close by with interest as his rider headed inside. Ilveriath would have liked to follow and get a good look at the young blue they were visiting, but he decided now was not the time to push such a thing. They were here on business, and while Ilveriath didn’t necessarily understand the intent, he knew it meant a lot to I’shan. I’shan, therefore, would never know Ilveriath’s true feelings on the matter.
The bluerider walked inside and smiled fondly at memories of his own weyrlinghood. Those had been good times. He’d been away from home on a grand adventure, indeed the grandest of his life. He’d enjoyed his two turns at Fort. They were the happiest of his life, cut tragically short by the crises of 215. Visiting the barracks now brought those days back to him, if only as a ghost, and brought a smile to his face.
He sang to himself as he searched the hallways for his intended host. It didn’t take too long to find what he believed was the proper door, at least according to G’rem (though getting the information hadn’t been easy!). It was still early and most of the weyrlings were sill in their barracks. I’shan hoped his estimation was correct and Echlerov would be, as well.
He knocked lightly and clutched the leather bag he held at his side. He hoped this went well.
I’shan strode away from Ilveriath, who perched close by with interest as his rider headed inside. Ilveriath would have liked to follow and get a good look at the young blue they were visiting, but he decided now was not the time to push such a thing. They were here on business, and while Ilveriath didn’t necessarily understand the intent, he knew it meant a lot to I’shan. I’shan, therefore, would never know Ilveriath’s true feelings on the matter.
The bluerider walked inside and smiled fondly at memories of his own weyrlinghood. Those had been good times. He’d been away from home on a grand adventure, indeed the grandest of his life. He’d enjoyed his two turns at Fort. They were the happiest of his life, cut tragically short by the crises of 215. Visiting the barracks now brought those days back to him, if only as a ghost, and brought a smile to his face.
He sang to himself as he searched the hallways for his intended host. It didn’t take too long to find what he believed was the proper door, at least according to G’rem (though getting the information hadn’t been easy!). It was still early and most of the weyrlings were sill in their barracks. I’shan hoped his estimation was correct and Echlerov would be, as well.
He knocked lightly and clutched the leather bag he held at his side. He hoped this went well.