24.Jan.21, 05:16 PM
The Hatching had been rather smooth, but the weather had been horrible. He had ended up with A’tay and Zelana spending the night in Cazan’s weyr because he refused to let them try to leave, especially after what had happened to B’kit when he arrived. They had all been devastated by the news, Mylorah worst of all, but none of them had been allowed in to see him. Mylorah had stayed that night with Kor’is and she was still there, hoping to see the bluerider soon enough. T’ryn wanted to see B’kit as well but Syrendryth needed to see his mate and with the delay in getting in to check on their friend, he had headed back to Telgar a few hours earlier.
Syrendryth was happily visiting with Bedith and T’ryn was currently watching the new Weyrleader tend to his garden. He’d seen the man from his ledge and figured now was a good time to ask him more questions about getting Cazan to the Weyr but he ended up just quietly watching S’far for several minutes, not wanting to interrupt his work that he seemed absorbed in.
He barely contained the groan from the puns but he did smile at them. T’ryn could appreciate them in that they sometimes took a clever mind to come up with them. “Ah, sir, wouldn’t that be a proper fencing? A proper defence would require removing the fence.” Maybe that hadn’t been a pun but T’ryn couldn’t let it slide as he debated with himself if it was one and if it made sense. He supposed it could count as removing the snow… no, he wasn’t going to overthink the damn pun that might not even be a pun.
Syrendryth was happily visiting with Bedith and T’ryn was currently watching the new Weyrleader tend to his garden. He’d seen the man from his ledge and figured now was a good time to ask him more questions about getting Cazan to the Weyr but he ended up just quietly watching S’far for several minutes, not wanting to interrupt his work that he seemed absorbed in.
He barely contained the groan from the puns but he did smile at them. T’ryn could appreciate them in that they sometimes took a clever mind to come up with them. “Ah, sir, wouldn’t that be a proper fencing? A proper defence would require removing the fence.” Maybe that hadn’t been a pun but T’ryn couldn’t let it slide as he debated with himself if it was one and if it made sense. He supposed it could count as removing the snow… no, he wasn’t going to overthink the damn pun that might not even be a pun.