11.Dec.19, 11:44 AM
Katiryn knew she wasn’t always the brightest in the bunch but even she eventually caught on to Cazan deflecting her questions about him. He answered some, but they were usually work-related and rather vague in all other areas if he chose to answer. That was fine; she was still learning something of the man and she didn’t mind helping him out by teaching him about the Weyr and answering any of his questions. She liked talking and didn’t mind what the subject was.
“Something like that,” she laughed, setting down her plate before taking her seat. Cazan’s views on dragonriders and the Weyr were entertaining but Katiryn was happy to correct some of the misconceptions as well. “A lot of us have clued in to the Touching being a silly ritual that the old guys are superstitious about. I mean, if one hundred people touch the same egg, only one of them will end up Impressing it. If that. Sometimes someone who didn’t touch the egg ends up with that dragon.” She shrugged. It was all weird, really. How did a dragon find you once they were free of their shell? What made you their perfect choice when someone else wasn’t? Why weren’t you the choice of the dragon before? None of it really mattered because, dragon.
“But yeah, when the eggs start wobbling, we all gather to watch them hatch and hopefully find their life mate which eventually leads to the flying around on adventures. But there’s a lot of training and growing up together to do first.” She both wanted that so badly and dreaded it. It wasn’t that she was lazy—she just knew how hard her friends who had gone through weyrlinghood had worked every day and how tired and sore they could be and that didn’t sound fun.
“Fort Weyr has a Hatching coming up in… oh probably around six weeks or so. If you’re still around here then, you should come along and watch. I’ll be Standing for it if there’s a gold egg.” She hoped there was one! There hadn’t been many golds in recent years and Katiryn couldn’t recall when the last time she Stood at Fort was. Had she ever? It wasn’t important right then.
“Something like that,” she laughed, setting down her plate before taking her seat. Cazan’s views on dragonriders and the Weyr were entertaining but Katiryn was happy to correct some of the misconceptions as well. “A lot of us have clued in to the Touching being a silly ritual that the old guys are superstitious about. I mean, if one hundred people touch the same egg, only one of them will end up Impressing it. If that. Sometimes someone who didn’t touch the egg ends up with that dragon.” She shrugged. It was all weird, really. How did a dragon find you once they were free of their shell? What made you their perfect choice when someone else wasn’t? Why weren’t you the choice of the dragon before? None of it really mattered because, dragon.
“But yeah, when the eggs start wobbling, we all gather to watch them hatch and hopefully find their life mate which eventually leads to the flying around on adventures. But there’s a lot of training and growing up together to do first.” She both wanted that so badly and dreaded it. It wasn’t that she was lazy—she just knew how hard her friends who had gone through weyrlinghood had worked every day and how tired and sore they could be and that didn’t sound fun.
“Fort Weyr has a Hatching coming up in… oh probably around six weeks or so. If you’re still around here then, you should come along and watch. I’ll be Standing for it if there’s a gold egg.” She hoped there was one! There hadn’t been many golds in recent years and Katiryn couldn’t recall when the last time she Stood at Fort was. Had she ever? It wasn’t important right then.