27.Jun.21, 10:44 AM
“Taste-testing should be something I’m still useful for.” In fact, that would probably be the best job for him since the main healer he’d been dealing with told him how his other senses would heighten over time. K’tir wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear people whispering about him across the room but food and drink he already enjoyed becoming euphoric seemed promising.
K’tir quirked his head to the side at the question about Ghaeth drinking. Did people really let their dragons have alcohol? “Ghaeth is from the first clutch after the plague. Everyone was very… particular about how they were treated and how we were trained. Giving the dragons wine wasn’t encouraged and the inventory supply sucked before you appeared anyway.” Besides, Ghaeth had already given everyone heart attacks when he started showing his adult hide and his one leg was nearly white. Everyone worried he was infected with something before finally being cleared. No way did K’tir want to scare anyone further by letting the gentle beast have wine. His luck would have Ghaeth belching fire without having even chewed stone.
He took another sip of the wine, unable to help himself when it was so tasty and just right there. It was capped once more and set down almost out of reach to help dissuade him from taking more. “Ghaeth is the best boy and that’s the theory. When I’m near him I can share his vision, though it’s still disorientating to see over my shoulder. But he can’t help me navigate places within the walls.” He’d only tried the slow and embarrassing stroll down to the bathing rooms twice as he didn’t have his own such facilities in his weyr. Since those attempts, K’tir was able to get drudges to bring up buckets of hot water so he could freshen up with some of his dignity still intact.
K’tir quirked his head to the side at the question about Ghaeth drinking. Did people really let their dragons have alcohol? “Ghaeth is from the first clutch after the plague. Everyone was very… particular about how they were treated and how we were trained. Giving the dragons wine wasn’t encouraged and the inventory supply sucked before you appeared anyway.” Besides, Ghaeth had already given everyone heart attacks when he started showing his adult hide and his one leg was nearly white. Everyone worried he was infected with something before finally being cleared. No way did K’tir want to scare anyone further by letting the gentle beast have wine. His luck would have Ghaeth belching fire without having even chewed stone.
He took another sip of the wine, unable to help himself when it was so tasty and just right there. It was capped once more and set down almost out of reach to help dissuade him from taking more. “Ghaeth is the best boy and that’s the theory. When I’m near him I can share his vision, though it’s still disorientating to see over my shoulder. But he can’t help me navigate places within the walls.” He’d only tried the slow and embarrassing stroll down to the bathing rooms twice as he didn’t have his own such facilities in his weyr. Since those attempts, K’tir was able to get drudges to bring up buckets of hot water so he could freshen up with some of his dignity still intact.