15.Feb.21, 03:46 AM
“Present for you,” Zh’yan said, setting the bucket of oil down next to V’lis, whose eyes were closed, and Pharalth, whose eyes were also closed. Teraseth padded rather quietly behind him—certainly more quietly than many of his clutchmates—and settled a few feet away to stare at Pharalth. “Weyrlingmaster says if you’re gonna stay in the cold this long you have to oil him again. Says if he finds any cracking hide on Pharalth he’ll—something or other, I don’t remember. Just letting you know.”
Zh’yan didn’t care if V’lis—he only remembered the name because the Weyrlingmaster had just said it to him—got in trouble over it. He supposed he cared a little about the little dragon, cause he was just a baby, but Pharalth was also loud and annoying. If he had a rider who would let his hide get flaky from the cold that was his own bad choice, wasn’t it.
Teraseth cocked his head, considering. He supposed that was logical. Zh’yan wouldn’t do that to him, because he’d made a good choice, but maybe Pharalth didn’t. Teraseth considered him more intensely.
Zh’yan didn’t care if V’lis—he only remembered the name because the Weyrlingmaster had just said it to him—got in trouble over it. He supposed he cared a little about the little dragon, cause he was just a baby, but Pharalth was also loud and annoying. If he had a rider who would let his hide get flaky from the cold that was his own bad choice, wasn’t it.
Teraseth cocked his head, considering. He supposed that was logical. Zh’yan wouldn’t do that to him, because he’d made a good choice, but maybe Pharalth didn’t. Teraseth considered him more intensely.