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25.Dec.17, 05:05 PM
T’ryn was pretty excited to go to the Ista Hold’s Gather and had gotten up at a decent hour to prepare for it. He knew a lot of other riders were going to go later in the day, likely planning on drinking through the night and having their flings with each other or gullible Holders but T’ryn didn’t think he was ready for that level of debauchery yet. As it was, he hadn’t even had his first real kiss yet, finding himself far too confused over what he was interested in and what was expected of him as both a bronzerider and the son of a notorious playboy. So heading down late morning and staying a few hours seemed like a wise plan. He could socialize, shop, try some food, maybe even brave the dance floor but it didn’t seem likely he’d get himself in trouble. Perhaps afterward he’d go visit his now settled down playboy dad.
Syrendryth seemed pretty indifferent to the Gather and didn’t put up a fuss about heading out. They both knew he was good at socializing but interacting with a new group of people would be good practice for the future. He had no designs on being Weyrleader like N’mor seemed to but he wanted to be a Wingleader one day and he needed to know how to talk to all sorts of people and demand attention and respect from his wing and Holders alike.
When they landed, Syrendryth seemed content to find a clear shaded area to nap in so he could easily ignore other dragons and curious humans but also have a nice uninterrupted view of what T’ryn was up to as he listened in. T’ryn laughed at the large bronze, promising to behave and bring him something if he continued to behave. Syrendryth preferred to actually hunt for his food whether out of a herd or even in the lake, ducking for fish, but he’d occasionally take an additional treat.
His first stop was to a stall that led him there by scent alone. They were serving baked apples and his stomach rumbled despite eating a mere few hours ago. He quickly purchased one and nearly melted on the spot with his first bite. Warm and with the perfect amount of cinnamon. T’ryn was in heaven and his mood was soaring as he took to strolling through the stalls to see what else they had. Instead of food or interesting wares, a familiar head of blonde hair caught his eye and T’ryn hesitated, taking another bite of his apple. He really didn’t know Casa that well. Sure they had quick conversations in passing but he’d never bothered to really befriend her despite knowing he should given she rode gold and he rode bronze. One day they might end up in a flight together and T’ryn wondered if it was better to know the person or not in such a case.
While I agree you should socialize more with goldriders, couldn’t you pick a better one than her? She has no focus, seems ditzy, and is beneath you in maturity and intelligence, Syrendryth had been too quiet and when the silky smooth voice touched upon his mind, T’ryn knew why. His dragon seemed to think they were a cut above everyone and was opinionated, though thankfully he didn’t like speaking to others so no one knew how they were viewed. T’ryn was the only one that got to deal with it and he usually just gave an eye roll when he wasn’t in the mood to debate. Like now; though he thought it odd either of them could judge her when they didn’t have anything to truly base their opinions off of.
“Morning, Casa,” he greeted with a smile and, unfortunately, a slight flush that crept through his cheeks. They were close in age and she was rather pretty. He was confused, not blind! “Is this your first Gather as well?” Of course it likely was! They were both born in Katila and were too young or newly Impressed to travel to any other Gather a Hold may have invited them to, depending on if they had gotten over their hatred or not.
You sure she’s the ditzy one out of the two of us, Sy At least his dragon had the courtesy to only snort in laughter and not say anything.
Syrendryth seemed pretty indifferent to the Gather and didn’t put up a fuss about heading out. They both knew he was good at socializing but interacting with a new group of people would be good practice for the future. He had no designs on being Weyrleader like N’mor seemed to but he wanted to be a Wingleader one day and he needed to know how to talk to all sorts of people and demand attention and respect from his wing and Holders alike.
When they landed, Syrendryth seemed content to find a clear shaded area to nap in so he could easily ignore other dragons and curious humans but also have a nice uninterrupted view of what T’ryn was up to as he listened in. T’ryn laughed at the large bronze, promising to behave and bring him something if he continued to behave. Syrendryth preferred to actually hunt for his food whether out of a herd or even in the lake, ducking for fish, but he’d occasionally take an additional treat.
His first stop was to a stall that led him there by scent alone. They were serving baked apples and his stomach rumbled despite eating a mere few hours ago. He quickly purchased one and nearly melted on the spot with his first bite. Warm and with the perfect amount of cinnamon. T’ryn was in heaven and his mood was soaring as he took to strolling through the stalls to see what else they had. Instead of food or interesting wares, a familiar head of blonde hair caught his eye and T’ryn hesitated, taking another bite of his apple. He really didn’t know Casa that well. Sure they had quick conversations in passing but he’d never bothered to really befriend her despite knowing he should given she rode gold and he rode bronze. One day they might end up in a flight together and T’ryn wondered if it was better to know the person or not in such a case.
“Morning, Casa,” he greeted with a smile and, unfortunately, a slight flush that crept through his cheeks. They were close in age and she was rather pretty. He was confused, not blind! “Is this your first Gather as well?” Of course it likely was! They were both born in Katila and were too young or newly Impressed to travel to any other Gather a Hold may have invited them to, depending on if they had gotten over their hatred or not.
You sure she’s the ditzy one out of the two of us, Sy At least his dragon had the courtesy to only snort in laughter and not say anything.
