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21.Apr.19, 06:27 AM
Thallyath beat him to the punch when it came to explaining the size of the dragons, though T’ryn believed Casa really only had been reminded. She was smart and even if she wasn’t, that was pretty basic knowledge that anyone would learn and retain. But Casa was clearly rattled by it still and when she came back to stand near him, he reached a hand up and easily found her free one to hold. He gave it a light squeeze in support, silently letting Casa know he was there for her and she wasn’t alone with her fears or the unknown result of what their exploring unlocked—though he was still convinced they were safe from diseases and only risked a lecture from M’ris.
“I wonder if there’s a way to know the gender if nothing else just by looking at the skeleton,” T’ryn liked learning and he loved puzzles. A skeleton seemed like a good combination of the two interests. He had never seen a diagram of a dragon skeleton before and only knew the basic physiology of a dragon thanks to Candidate and Weyrling lessons. It was sad to think about but not for the first time since he saw the skeleton he wondered if anyone was still alive that knew such things and had studied a dragon intensely.
He shook himself free of his thoughts and thought about the larger puzzle; who was this and what happened to their rider? Still holding Casa’s hand, T’ryn lowered the one that was petting the dragon’s skull and shifted to look up at Casa. She was equal parts eerie in the shadows and low light and beautiful with the way the light caused her to glow. “We have names on our doors, right? I think that was carried over from pre-plague. I heard a rumour that part of the clean-up was removing name plaques so survivors wouldn’t have the added trauma with the moving back in.” He couldn’t imagine what that would have been like. In fact, how did the survivors feel knowing someone else lived in their friend’s old home? Maybe they didn’t even take their own weyr back because of memories. Sometimes he wondered who lived in his weyr before he was even born and it made him feel like he was trespassing.
“We can check the door here for a name and then… I don’t think we want to ask any former High Reaches resident about it,” again, memories were tricky and he didn’t want to upset anyone. Besides, it would also mean they’d have to admit to snooping where they were forbidden to go. “But maybe we can gain access to Harper Hall? I know they would have their own records but I heard they also raided the Weyrs turns ago to keep the history intact.” He wasn’t sure they would be welcomed in the Hall but they had to know someone that could help them. It was a long shot but it was the only one he could think of.
“I wonder if there’s a way to know the gender if nothing else just by looking at the skeleton,” T’ryn liked learning and he loved puzzles. A skeleton seemed like a good combination of the two interests. He had never seen a diagram of a dragon skeleton before and only knew the basic physiology of a dragon thanks to Candidate and Weyrling lessons. It was sad to think about but not for the first time since he saw the skeleton he wondered if anyone was still alive that knew such things and had studied a dragon intensely.
He shook himself free of his thoughts and thought about the larger puzzle; who was this and what happened to their rider? Still holding Casa’s hand, T’ryn lowered the one that was petting the dragon’s skull and shifted to look up at Casa. She was equal parts eerie in the shadows and low light and beautiful with the way the light caused her to glow. “We have names on our doors, right? I think that was carried over from pre-plague. I heard a rumour that part of the clean-up was removing name plaques so survivors wouldn’t have the added trauma with the moving back in.” He couldn’t imagine what that would have been like. In fact, how did the survivors feel knowing someone else lived in their friend’s old home? Maybe they didn’t even take their own weyr back because of memories. Sometimes he wondered who lived in his weyr before he was even born and it made him feel like he was trespassing.
“We can check the door here for a name and then… I don’t think we want to ask any former High Reaches resident about it,” again, memories were tricky and he didn’t want to upset anyone. Besides, it would also mean they’d have to admit to snooping where they were forbidden to go. “But maybe we can gain access to Harper Hall? I know they would have their own records but I heard they also raided the Weyrs turns ago to keep the history intact.” He wasn’t sure they would be welcomed in the Hall but they had to know someone that could help them. It was a long shot but it was the only one he could think of.
