14.Jun.21, 04:09 PM
B’kit wasn’t sure if he was relieved or more worried that it wasn’t a healer who had come over to check up on them. At least D’hys had always been friendly to them, keeping an eye out for trouble. “Good morning, D’hys. Give me a moment to finish inspecting his wing.” His voice was steadier than he expected it to come out given how rattled he still felt. He hadn’t given Erebuth references for the trip between; they could have been lost, or worse, and his body and mind kept replaying what had happened the last time they betweened, causing bile to rise in the back of his throat.
The younger blue fidgeted under Zeianth and D’hys’s attention on the heels of B’kit’s admonishments, but replied quietly, It feels good to fly again with B’kit. It feels right. They had been training recently with some of the weyrling classes that were old enough for “pony rides” and gliding, and it was embarrassing being seen with the younger, healthier dragons. B’kit finished checking his wing and shoulder and the blue tucked his wing back stiffly and settled on his haunches, his eyes whirling glumly.
His rider sighed and turned to the others. “We’re well enough, I suppose. Definitely antsy for some new scenery, though.” He tugged off his helmet and gloves, hoping that the sweat from his panic could be mistaken for exercise. At least his hands weren’t trembling anymore. “Much as we like everyone at Fort, it’s become a bit of a cage lately.” Feeling a bit wobbly as the adrenaline wore off, he found a nearby rock to sit down on. “We’re hoping to be able to go to Iliyith’s hatching at Benden, then maybe move back to Ista in a month or two.”
The two looked healthy enough; their burns had healed well, and though they would both have the strange branching scars for the rest of their lives, most of B’kit’s were easy enough to hide under his riding clothes. He had lost some of the hearing in his right ear, but was generally able to hear as long as people weren’t whispering.
The younger blue fidgeted under Zeianth and D’hys’s attention on the heels of B’kit’s admonishments, but replied quietly, It feels good to fly again with B’kit. It feels right. They had been training recently with some of the weyrling classes that were old enough for “pony rides” and gliding, and it was embarrassing being seen with the younger, healthier dragons. B’kit finished checking his wing and shoulder and the blue tucked his wing back stiffly and settled on his haunches, his eyes whirling glumly.
His rider sighed and turned to the others. “We’re well enough, I suppose. Definitely antsy for some new scenery, though.” He tugged off his helmet and gloves, hoping that the sweat from his panic could be mistaken for exercise. At least his hands weren’t trembling anymore. “Much as we like everyone at Fort, it’s become a bit of a cage lately.” Feeling a bit wobbly as the adrenaline wore off, he found a nearby rock to sit down on. “We’re hoping to be able to go to Iliyith’s hatching at Benden, then maybe move back to Ista in a month or two.”
The two looked healthy enough; their burns had healed well, and though they would both have the strange branching scars for the rest of their lives, most of B’kit’s were easy enough to hide under his riding clothes. He had lost some of the hearing in his right ear, but was generally able to hear as long as people weren’t whispering.