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09.Oct.19, 12:36 AM
“Oh, I absolutely would have gotten you all eaten, Kordiavis would have allowed it to happen because it was entertaining to watch even while he was being devoured,” Tazikel said with a grin. He would have been an absolute menace in a jungle. If he’d made it to his current age growing up down there it would have been a miracle. Kordiavis could probably have made it if Tazikel or even Aldra weren’t around to get him into dangerous situations.
Mylorah’s description, while different from his own stories, did match the boy he knew, though perhaps a more mature, experienced version of him. And he had at least one other named friend, so that was good! Kordiavis never seemed to want too many friends, but everyone needed at least a handful. And then there were people like Tazikel who made friends like breathing, but he and Kordiavis were most certainly cut from a different cloth. Though if his friend had Impressed, would that impact their friendship any? Newly different ranks and all, that could change things. Still…
“Congratulations to his friend, then, yes? Your friend as well?” he asked, figuring Mylorah might know Kordiavis’ other named friend. And he assumed congratulations for Impressing and becoming a dragonrider were in order, but the reactions at the Hatching had been so odd…
Tazikel distracted himself with something else Mylorah had said. “I don’t think the Kordiavis I’m talking about and the one you know are as different as you’re thinking. I imagine if we had met when I was seven we would have experienced very different versions of ourselves,” he said dryly. Their first meeting would have gone very differently if he’d been seven when he met Mylorah. “You know him as an adult, I knew him best as a child, and it’s a lot easier to let someone drag you into adventures when you’re nine than when you’re twenty. More social expectations, life experiences, what have you, getting in the way as time goes on.” Tazikel shrugged. He knew there were a few things that likely made Kordiavis less open to new people these days, but unfortunately that was life. As wonderful as he was, just his mere presence wouldn’t make the past go away. Didn’t mean Kordiavis wasn’t still Kordiavis. He just needed a little more pressure now.
“I never got to see his art, you know. I tried taking it once, just because I was curious and wanted to know what he was doing. Never tried that again. Batenkel said afterwards he was convinced Kordiavis was going to push me out a window for it. So you’ve gotten him to share that, which I never did. Just different parts of the same person, not different people.” Tazikel shrugged again, reaching out to gently play with her hair. “If you really think he needs an easily bored lordling around to bother him, I’m happy to grace this Weyr with my presence. Two people to visit just means more excuses to stop by, no?”
Mylorah’s description, while different from his own stories, did match the boy he knew, though perhaps a more mature, experienced version of him. And he had at least one other named friend, so that was good! Kordiavis never seemed to want too many friends, but everyone needed at least a handful. And then there were people like Tazikel who made friends like breathing, but he and Kordiavis were most certainly cut from a different cloth. Though if his friend had Impressed, would that impact their friendship any? Newly different ranks and all, that could change things. Still…
“Congratulations to his friend, then, yes? Your friend as well?” he asked, figuring Mylorah might know Kordiavis’ other named friend. And he assumed congratulations for Impressing and becoming a dragonrider were in order, but the reactions at the Hatching had been so odd…
Tazikel distracted himself with something else Mylorah had said. “I don’t think the Kordiavis I’m talking about and the one you know are as different as you’re thinking. I imagine if we had met when I was seven we would have experienced very different versions of ourselves,” he said dryly. Their first meeting would have gone very differently if he’d been seven when he met Mylorah. “You know him as an adult, I knew him best as a child, and it’s a lot easier to let someone drag you into adventures when you’re nine than when you’re twenty. More social expectations, life experiences, what have you, getting in the way as time goes on.” Tazikel shrugged. He knew there were a few things that likely made Kordiavis less open to new people these days, but unfortunately that was life. As wonderful as he was, just his mere presence wouldn’t make the past go away. Didn’t mean Kordiavis wasn’t still Kordiavis. He just needed a little more pressure now.
“I never got to see his art, you know. I tried taking it once, just because I was curious and wanted to know what he was doing. Never tried that again. Batenkel said afterwards he was convinced Kordiavis was going to push me out a window for it. So you’ve gotten him to share that, which I never did. Just different parts of the same person, not different people.” Tazikel shrugged again, reaching out to gently play with her hair. “If you really think he needs an easily bored lordling around to bother him, I’m happy to grace this Weyr with my presence. Two people to visit just means more excuses to stop by, no?”
