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03.Mar.20, 12:21 AM
The dragonets were starting to slow down a bit after their last growth spurt, so the weyrlingmaster had finally—after long consultations with the various teams, healer and otherwise—allowed the class to begin working on their first set of riding leathers. Assuming everything continued to go well, they would probably even be able to start (official) pony rides in the coming weeks. He figured the other two had probably snuck rides, based on the epic pouting Erebuth got up to when Kitt kept refusing to break that particular rule, but with the blue’s digestive issues and persistent small size he hadn’t wanted to push their luck. Even if the weyrlings were almost as large now as the smallest dragons from before the plague. He couldn’t shake a feeling of foreboding.
Hearing a voice at the door he looked up from his oiling of the harness. “Good afternoon, D’hys,” he said, offering a smile as he set his work aside. “I wasn’t expecting you. I’m sorry I haven’t written. I’ve had a few other things on my mind and I’m afraid it slipped away from me,” B’kit admitted reluctantly. Between lessons, his personal drama with J’shom at the beginning of the Turn, and Erebuth’s frankly terrifying health scare shortly after, B’kit was amazed he had enough energy left to doodle song ideas or wash up some evenings.
“There hasn’t been anything involving fisticuffs at least,” he returned with a small smile. “I do really appreciate you stepping in that day. You didn’t have to get involved, but I’m grateful you did. I don’t want to imagine what could have happened otherwise.”
“Overall people have at least been more discreet about their opinions around us which is a relief.” He hated knowing that there still were such awful opinions out there, but not being confronted with them was easier. Brushing the thought away he remembered his manners and gestured to a chair. “Would you like to sit? I don’t have anything stronger than water to offer, but it’s cool at least.” He got up to grab another cup from the common area.
Hearing a voice at the door he looked up from his oiling of the harness. “Good afternoon, D’hys,” he said, offering a smile as he set his work aside. “I wasn’t expecting you. I’m sorry I haven’t written. I’ve had a few other things on my mind and I’m afraid it slipped away from me,” B’kit admitted reluctantly. Between lessons, his personal drama with J’shom at the beginning of the Turn, and Erebuth’s frankly terrifying health scare shortly after, B’kit was amazed he had enough energy left to doodle song ideas or wash up some evenings.
“There hasn’t been anything involving fisticuffs at least,” he returned with a small smile. “I do really appreciate you stepping in that day. You didn’t have to get involved, but I’m grateful you did. I don’t want to imagine what could have happened otherwise.”
“Overall people have at least been more discreet about their opinions around us which is a relief.” He hated knowing that there still were such awful opinions out there, but not being confronted with them was easier. Brushing the thought away he remembered his manners and gestured to a chair. “Would you like to sit? I don’t have anything stronger than water to offer, but it’s cool at least.” He got up to grab another cup from the common area.
