13.Feb.21, 02:14 AM
Alekse stood and cheered for all he was worth, seizing Zarel and spinning them both around in the aisle. His girls, his amazingly spirited sister and his sparkling mate, had both Impressed! Above them, the three brown firelizards whistled and chittered, swooping and diving.
Holding tightly to Zarel, carrying her easily, he bounded down the steps, taking them three at a time, until his feet hit the hot sands. Releasing the newly appointed gold-rider’s daughter, the two sprinted forward, slowing only when a crowd of bowl-bearing weyrfolk blocked their way. Ryn was shoving gobs of meat into her lanky green’s mouth, and Zahrah was beginning to escort her new, lovely little gold…A bowl of meat each was shoved into first his and then Zarel’s hands, and, mercifully, the two new bonded pairs seemed to be drifting toward each other.
With a silly, wide grin, he found himself at Ryn’s side first, where her little green was still trying desperately to keep her wingtips out of the sand. A hand was shoved into the bowl, its contents slopped into an open mouth, and before he could register what was happening, he found himself wrapped in his sister’s joyous arms. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he ached, it all felt so good!
He returned the embrace as best as he could, what with a bowl still in one hand, albeit empty, now. Absently, he fumbled it toward someone on the other side of his sister, glad when it was taken, no doubt to be refilled. He mumbled into his little sister’s hair, barely audible. “I am so proud of you.” He pulled himself away, deep blue eyes glittering, and glanced to where Zahrah was arriving with Sedath. “And, you…”
Holding tightly to Zarel, carrying her easily, he bounded down the steps, taking them three at a time, until his feet hit the hot sands. Releasing the newly appointed gold-rider’s daughter, the two sprinted forward, slowing only when a crowd of bowl-bearing weyrfolk blocked their way. Ryn was shoving gobs of meat into her lanky green’s mouth, and Zahrah was beginning to escort her new, lovely little gold…A bowl of meat each was shoved into first his and then Zarel’s hands, and, mercifully, the two new bonded pairs seemed to be drifting toward each other.
With a silly, wide grin, he found himself at Ryn’s side first, where her little green was still trying desperately to keep her wingtips out of the sand. A hand was shoved into the bowl, its contents slopped into an open mouth, and before he could register what was happening, he found himself wrapped in his sister’s joyous arms. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he ached, it all felt so good!
He returned the embrace as best as he could, what with a bowl still in one hand, albeit empty, now. Absently, he fumbled it toward someone on the other side of his sister, glad when it was taken, no doubt to be refilled. He mumbled into his little sister’s hair, barely audible. “I am so proud of you.” He pulled himself away, deep blue eyes glittering, and glanced to where Zahrah was arriving with Sedath. “And, you…”