20.May.18, 09:56 AM
He had been right; she was a new Candidate. A new Candidate that apparently hadn’t been told anything by her Searchrider or the Weyrlingmaster, it seemed. Weren’t they supposed to rundown the rules pretty much upon landing at the Weyr? Perhaps he should point that out to R’nya so he could look into protocol. D’hys could only imagine the Weyrleader’s expression upon hearing the news of wandering Candidates if Aradissicath was on the Sands and Rhaedalyn was there baby-sitting her. He was extremely protective and a part of his cold heart could almost find that charming. Almost.
“Aradissicath is the WeyrWoman’s gold dragon. She’s very possessive of the Sands when she’s bound to them and can be rather cranky most days if she’s egg heavy.” D’hys was actually kind of fond of the gold dragon when she was in those moods. She scared the young kids of the Weyr and the holdbred who didn’t know any better with her threats to eat them or sit on them. He doubted she actually would, unless one of them somehow did manage to harm one of her eggs but it was still fun to see the terror in their eyes and the building of respect for dragons. Just because one dragon decided a kid could be a rider, didn’t mean a spoiled holder knew the first thing about respect of dragons or had the wits about them to bond with one.
“However, you’re in luck and not a single gold is on the Sands at the moment. Still, this area is always off limits unless the goldrider or your Weyrlingmaster invites you on.” He must have been in a good mood, D’hys decided, as he simply pointed out the rules to the girl instead of scaring her with threats. Then again, he could still tack those on. He’d hate to gain a reputation of being kind and soft. “If you happen to do it again, though, you’re likely going to enjoy some of the worst chores no one ever wants to do and if breaking rules continue, you could be sent back home.” Actually, he wasn’t sure if that rule still existed. He vaguely remembered it being a thing pre-plague but since returning North, everyone seemed rather well-behaved and no one was in need of being banished from the Weyr.
“What is your name, Candidate?” D’hys had been studying her face, figuring it would be easy to find her again with the eye patch. But what if it was only a temporary injury and she didn’t always have it on? He took the time to memorise her hair, eye colour, general features in case they crossed paths again, though he typically avoided Candidates.
“Aradissicath is the WeyrWoman’s gold dragon. She’s very possessive of the Sands when she’s bound to them and can be rather cranky most days if she’s egg heavy.” D’hys was actually kind of fond of the gold dragon when she was in those moods. She scared the young kids of the Weyr and the holdbred who didn’t know any better with her threats to eat them or sit on them. He doubted she actually would, unless one of them somehow did manage to harm one of her eggs but it was still fun to see the terror in their eyes and the building of respect for dragons. Just because one dragon decided a kid could be a rider, didn’t mean a spoiled holder knew the first thing about respect of dragons or had the wits about them to bond with one.
“However, you’re in luck and not a single gold is on the Sands at the moment. Still, this area is always off limits unless the goldrider or your Weyrlingmaster invites you on.” He must have been in a good mood, D’hys decided, as he simply pointed out the rules to the girl instead of scaring her with threats. Then again, he could still tack those on. He’d hate to gain a reputation of being kind and soft. “If you happen to do it again, though, you’re likely going to enjoy some of the worst chores no one ever wants to do and if breaking rules continue, you could be sent back home.” Actually, he wasn’t sure if that rule still existed. He vaguely remembered it being a thing pre-plague but since returning North, everyone seemed rather well-behaved and no one was in need of being banished from the Weyr.
“What is your name, Candidate?” D’hys had been studying her face, figuring it would be easy to find her again with the eye patch. But what if it was only a temporary injury and she didn’t always have it on? He took the time to memorise her hair, eye colour, general features in case they crossed paths again, though he typically avoided Candidates.