24.May.19, 02:35 AM
V'ler had been enjoying a lazy soak in the tub, taking advantage of it while most others were down in the dining cavern for an early meal. He had already scrubbed clean his body and hair and was now simply enjoying the hot water relaxing his muscles and the quiet that worked on his mind--until firelizards and Indivara burst through the door. He gave a sigh, knowing that was the end of the silence since it was easy to see the flits were riled up and Indivara did not look like she was in a mood to enjoy the quiet either.
He quirked one brow in question at her statement that he was wrong--highly unlikely--and waited for her to get to her point. When she did, V'ler snorted in amusement and lifted his left hand out of the water solely to flick it in dismissal. "I'm not wrong when I'm recording what I'm told. Considering dragon and the new mate reported to the Weyrlingmaster what the colour and name is, I'm hardly at fault." Truthfully, it was a bit annoying that such an error could happen. How could a dragon not know? Did they only go off of what everyone saw them as? That was something interesting to ponder on when next he had his quiet time back. He also wondered if poor Vessaelia would hear about this colour swap and hope her green turned gold. The girl was adjusting, but even V'ler could tell she still had a long way to go in truly accepting what she had. How could someone not love their dragon unconditionally? He loved all dragons even before he Impressed and would have been happy with any colour.
"If those are my original records, don't get them wet," V'ler eyed the papers still in Indivara's hands as she sat down on the edge of the pool to soak her legs. Sure, Ista Weyr and Harper Hall each had their own copy of his Hatching record but that was his own copy and he didn't want to have to track down one of the other two so he could tidy up what was smeared or flat out ruined by water. Given his worry about his notes and the new letter that was for him yet he hadn't even read yet, V'ler didn't feel like guessing what the rest of the news was and just gave Indivara an expectant look, knowing she would happily tell him if she had another chance to gloat.
He quirked one brow in question at her statement that he was wrong--highly unlikely--and waited for her to get to her point. When she did, V'ler snorted in amusement and lifted his left hand out of the water solely to flick it in dismissal. "I'm not wrong when I'm recording what I'm told. Considering dragon and the new mate reported to the Weyrlingmaster what the colour and name is, I'm hardly at fault." Truthfully, it was a bit annoying that such an error could happen. How could a dragon not know? Did they only go off of what everyone saw them as? That was something interesting to ponder on when next he had his quiet time back. He also wondered if poor Vessaelia would hear about this colour swap and hope her green turned gold. The girl was adjusting, but even V'ler could tell she still had a long way to go in truly accepting what she had. How could someone not love their dragon unconditionally? He loved all dragons even before he Impressed and would have been happy with any colour.
"If those are my original records, don't get them wet," V'ler eyed the papers still in Indivara's hands as she sat down on the edge of the pool to soak her legs. Sure, Ista Weyr and Harper Hall each had their own copy of his Hatching record but that was his own copy and he didn't want to have to track down one of the other two so he could tidy up what was smeared or flat out ruined by water. Given his worry about his notes and the new letter that was for him yet he hadn't even read yet, V'ler didn't feel like guessing what the rest of the news was and just gave Indivara an expectant look, knowing she would happily tell him if she had another chance to gloat.