13.Jul.19, 05:18 PM
Nerreh spent a lot of free time lounging about, when she wasn’t taking care of Faxxonth or doing chores or Weyrling classes. That was his preference, while Faxx was a lot more active — though Nerreh couldn’t complain too much, all the running around after Faxx and washing his now midnight blue hide had done great things for Nerreh’s athleticism, despite his snacking habits and Nerreh was a lot more fit than he was used to these days — and when he wasn’t actively engaged in one of those activities, or dragged on an adventure with Faxxonth, Nerreh liked to hang out with friends in the Weyr’s common spaces. Though since Thallyath’s Flight Nerreh had been getting some weird responses from people — jealousy, disdain, scorn, respect, pride, lots of vulgar jokes, a weird number of questions about both her and Faxx’s genitals — that made spending too much time in public spaces awkward, because inevitably it would get too much or someone would go too far. Finally, though, it had started to calm down, and people were treating Nerreh mostly normally again, though there was still plenty of ‘I can’t believe Faxxonth was blue the whole time!’
Neither ‘Faxx is blue’ or ‘Faxx caught a gold’ had come up yet that day, and Nerreh was properly enjoying lounging about talking shit with his age mates. Someone had brought snacks from the dining cavern, and Nerreh loved food he didn’t have to put any effort into acquiring (though pilfered snacks or treats wheedled from the cooks were also rewarding in their own ways). Nerreh had just gotten in a rib at one of the other Weyrlings that made everyone laugh when a blonde whirlwind showed up to spirit him away.
“Right, okay,” Nerreh said, eyes wide as he stared at her. It took a moment for his body to catch up and actually move to follow her instead of just letting himself be dragged, but it got there, and he followed along behind her, not quite running but not exactly walking either. The whole experience was surreal, and Nerreh may have gaped a little as they entered the Hatching Grounds. He’d only been there once outside of a Hatching — on the kind of dare teenagers gave each other, and there hadn’t been a gold dragon on the Sands at the time, and all they’d done was step on the edge of the Sands for a minute and then leave — so being allowed there while a gold dragon was clutching was… insane. The rumors and gossip had died down, but they would absolutely pick back up now that there were eggs on the Sands. Fuck.
Nerreh followed as close to Casa as possible, as if proximity to the goldrider made him invisible to Thallyath, shooting only one awed glance at the dragon before keeping his eyes firmly on Casa and ground in front of them. He settled in next to Casa, and nodded emphatically at the request to keep his voice down — Nerreh was a weyrbrat and didn’t have a death wish, which gave him a healthy respect for gold dragons and a desire to not fuck with them. Nerreh wasn’t willing to just start talking first, though if Casa said something that required a verbal answer he would respond very quietly. For the moment Nerreh just stared at Casa, still not sure that all of this was real.
Neither ‘Faxx is blue’ or ‘Faxx caught a gold’ had come up yet that day, and Nerreh was properly enjoying lounging about talking shit with his age mates. Someone had brought snacks from the dining cavern, and Nerreh loved food he didn’t have to put any effort into acquiring (though pilfered snacks or treats wheedled from the cooks were also rewarding in their own ways). Nerreh had just gotten in a rib at one of the other Weyrlings that made everyone laugh when a blonde whirlwind showed up to spirit him away.
“Right, okay,” Nerreh said, eyes wide as he stared at her. It took a moment for his body to catch up and actually move to follow her instead of just letting himself be dragged, but it got there, and he followed along behind her, not quite running but not exactly walking either. The whole experience was surreal, and Nerreh may have gaped a little as they entered the Hatching Grounds. He’d only been there once outside of a Hatching — on the kind of dare teenagers gave each other, and there hadn’t been a gold dragon on the Sands at the time, and all they’d done was step on the edge of the Sands for a minute and then leave — so being allowed there while a gold dragon was clutching was… insane. The rumors and gossip had died down, but they would absolutely pick back up now that there were eggs on the Sands. Fuck.
Nerreh followed as close to Casa as possible, as if proximity to the goldrider made him invisible to Thallyath, shooting only one awed glance at the dragon before keeping his eyes firmly on Casa and ground in front of them. He settled in next to Casa, and nodded emphatically at the request to keep his voice down — Nerreh was a weyrbrat and didn’t have a death wish, which gave him a healthy respect for gold dragons and a desire to not fuck with them. Nerreh wasn’t willing to just start talking first, though if Casa said something that required a verbal answer he would respond very quietly. For the moment Nerreh just stared at Casa, still not sure that all of this was real.