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03.Nov.18, 10:06 AM
T’ryn, if pressed, would admit to being slightly afraid that Syrendryth might not share the image of where they were going or give Thallyath some distorted one that would leave them lost between forever. He knew dragons were kind and wouldn’t intentionally hurt humans –unless they were blood hungry little suckers tearing away from their egg but that seemed to be the usual and accepted exception—so by that logic, Syrendryth wouldn’t hurt the dragon he disliked and the girl he didn’t think was good enough since doing so would hurt his own human. It was a jumbled mess of a thought and T’ryn let it go when he saw, and heard, Casa not too far from him when they appeared above High Reaches. He let out a sigh of relief and laughed with his own joy borne of sneaking out and getting away with it.
As they touched down in the bowl, T’ryn paused to look around. It was still too dark to see a lot of detail but that just added to the creepiness of it all. Empty Weyrs were so lonely and felt haunted with all the memories that lingered, both good and bad. Seeing one in the dark really wasn’t doing much to dispel that feeling but it didn’t sway him away from exploring. After settling himself on the ground, another look was given, trying to figure out which way to start.
“Should we start with the dining cavern? Maybe the barracks, depending on what we find first, I guess,” digging around in his bag, T’ryn pulled out two glow stones and handed one to Casa. “I definitely want to find the Weyrleader’s office and weyr. We can player leadership for a bit,” he laughed as he thought about them in charge of a Weyr, even an empty one. That was more than he wanted for himself and Casa had never seemed interested in that much responsibility either. Still, he felt like it’d be fun to act like kids again playing at such things and really hoped the old Weyrleader’s desk was still in the office, if nothing else.
“Who was the last Weyrleader here, do you know?” T’ryn wasn’t sure how much her lessons covered but maybe she knew the fact anyway from picking up conversations between old riders. Since it was dark and the terrain unknown, he instinctively held out his hand to help Casa walk over anything they might come across but also to keep them close together. When he realised what he was doing, he was proud of himself for keeping it on offer. Friends still did that sort of thing and he didn’t think she’d see it as babying her or anything such thing. Given the large smile and excitement he could barely contain, she had to know he was just eager to get going and might drag her along soon.
As they touched down in the bowl, T’ryn paused to look around. It was still too dark to see a lot of detail but that just added to the creepiness of it all. Empty Weyrs were so lonely and felt haunted with all the memories that lingered, both good and bad. Seeing one in the dark really wasn’t doing much to dispel that feeling but it didn’t sway him away from exploring. After settling himself on the ground, another look was given, trying to figure out which way to start.
“Should we start with the dining cavern? Maybe the barracks, depending on what we find first, I guess,” digging around in his bag, T’ryn pulled out two glow stones and handed one to Casa. “I definitely want to find the Weyrleader’s office and weyr. We can player leadership for a bit,” he laughed as he thought about them in charge of a Weyr, even an empty one. That was more than he wanted for himself and Casa had never seemed interested in that much responsibility either. Still, he felt like it’d be fun to act like kids again playing at such things and really hoped the old Weyrleader’s desk was still in the office, if nothing else.
“Who was the last Weyrleader here, do you know?” T’ryn wasn’t sure how much her lessons covered but maybe she knew the fact anyway from picking up conversations between old riders. Since it was dark and the terrain unknown, he instinctively held out his hand to help Casa walk over anything they might come across but also to keep them close together. When he realised what he was doing, he was proud of himself for keeping it on offer. Friends still did that sort of thing and he didn’t think she’d see it as babying her or anything such thing. Given the large smile and excitement he could barely contain, she had to know he was just eager to get going and might drag her along soon.
