22.Aug.19, 09:58 AM
Eb’zer smiled gently at A’tay, eyes crinkling. “Well, it isn’t like there is a rush!” Dragonriders were still transferring regularly enough, if the Weyrleaer was to be believed when Eb’zer went to apply for his own transfer. It made sense, knowing where everyone, but Eb’zer wondered when the rules would start getting stricter; the Hall was really strict about people getting to choose where they wanted to be, as opposed to where they were more useful. Surely it was only a matter of time before that same difference was brought down upon the Weyrs? Eb’zer felt a chill crawl down his spine as he glanced up towards the Red Star. He’d heard a lot of gossip about the Star, and most folks (dragonless ones, especially) seemed to believe it was all hogwash. Eb’zer wasn’t so sure. Their Weyrling lessons, after all, had shown them centuries worth of records of the Thread falling, and just as many examples of the time it hadn’t fallen.
Enough dire thoughts! Zellekath scolded, not so much as pausing in her games with Xyxyth. She adored Eb’zer, but he really needed to remember that happy times were for happy thoughts and fun friends! Eb’zer smiled at her, and shook his head slightly at the dragons as they splashed around and Zellekath squealed joyfully, sending water spraying in all directions. Eb’zer laughed softly at A’tay’s groan and apparent disagreement with his dragon about their future. “Well,” he said playfully, “I would certainly recommend being Weyrleader of a home you love.” His playful smile faded slightly at the serious look on A’tay’s face and he tilted his head, giving his attention to the young bronzerider.
“I think that is very honorable of you, A’tay.” Eb’zer said gently, his voice low as he studied his classmate. Nothing about A’tay had ever indicated to Eb’zer that he was the type to do something, in order to gain something. Eb’zer smiled at A’tay, feeling the kid was honestly invested in helping his friend’s dad, though he was fairly sure there was likely to be a little more involvement of A’tay’s emotions there than maybe the kid knew. Or maybe not? Romance wasn’t really Eb’zer’s forte, but he could tell the kid had it bad!
Enough dire thoughts! Zellekath scolded, not so much as pausing in her games with Xyxyth. She adored Eb’zer, but he really needed to remember that happy times were for happy thoughts and fun friends! Eb’zer smiled at her, and shook his head slightly at the dragons as they splashed around and Zellekath squealed joyfully, sending water spraying in all directions. Eb’zer laughed softly at A’tay’s groan and apparent disagreement with his dragon about their future. “Well,” he said playfully, “I would certainly recommend being Weyrleader of a home you love.” His playful smile faded slightly at the serious look on A’tay’s face and he tilted his head, giving his attention to the young bronzerider.
“I think that is very honorable of you, A’tay.” Eb’zer said gently, his voice low as he studied his classmate. Nothing about A’tay had ever indicated to Eb’zer that he was the type to do something, in order to gain something. Eb’zer smiled at A’tay, feeling the kid was honestly invested in helping his friend’s dad, though he was fairly sure there was likely to be a little more involvement of A’tay’s emotions there than maybe the kid knew. Or maybe not? Romance wasn’t really Eb’zer’s forte, but he could tell the kid had it bad!