08.Jul.21, 10:09 AM
Sin woke up, feeling blissful as he was curled around the dragon he’d Impressed. Or that had Impressed him. Either or. Fact was, he slept so well now that he was bonded it was surprising and not something anyone seemed to have mentioned in the past. Maybe it was just him? Not that the mental bliss was anything compared to the cramped muscles that ached as he unwound himself from around his dragon and got up off the floor. The bed was too small for them both, and both he and Cernovith preferred to sleep in a pile. So no bed. Just blankets and pillows on the floor. Not ideal, but the Weyrlingmaster hadn’t said anything. Sin figured he wasn’t the only one sleeping on the ground, though.
Breakfast was an ordeal. Normally, Sin wasn’t inclined to eating too early in the morning. It just didn’t agree with him. Unfortunately, Cernovith did enjoy eating in the morning, and the food he needed to eat was beyond disgusting. Chunks of flesh all bloody and cold (or worse, still warm) was not something Sin had ever wanted to deal with in the early hours of the day. Or any other time, for that matter. But he did, and without too many complaints, because he loved his little dragon.Little for now. I’m going to be so big! Cernovith injected, causing Sin to laugh softly. “Not too big, I hope. I have to oil you.” And Cernovith had shrugged, because that was a future problem for Sin to deal with, and right now he had food to eat.
After breakfast had been a bath – for Cernovith, not Sin – and an oiling. Now, as lunchtime was drawing near but not quite there yet, the pair were outside in the weyrbowl with most of their class, soaking in the extreme sunshine (or hiding in the shade) while the dragonets snoozed or played. Cernovith was currently sprawled on the ground near Sin’s legs, as Sin worked on memorising the names of his classmates. His gaze was flicking from pair to pair and naming them both in his head – new honorific and dragon’s name – before moving on to the next. Cernovith was actually being very helpful as he made corrections.
“How is it you know all their names, and you’re barely three days old.”
My mad skills. Cernovith drawled back, opening one eye to peer up at Sin who stared down at his dragonet in bemusement. “Uh-huh.”
Breakfast was an ordeal. Normally, Sin wasn’t inclined to eating too early in the morning. It just didn’t agree with him. Unfortunately, Cernovith did enjoy eating in the morning, and the food he needed to eat was beyond disgusting. Chunks of flesh all bloody and cold (or worse, still warm) was not something Sin had ever wanted to deal with in the early hours of the day. Or any other time, for that matter. But he did, and without too many complaints, because he loved his little dragon.
After breakfast had been a bath – for Cernovith, not Sin – and an oiling. Now, as lunchtime was drawing near but not quite there yet, the pair were outside in the weyrbowl with most of their class, soaking in the extreme sunshine (or hiding in the shade) while the dragonets snoozed or played. Cernovith was currently sprawled on the ground near Sin’s legs, as Sin worked on memorising the names of his classmates. His gaze was flicking from pair to pair and naming them both in his head – new honorific and dragon’s name – before moving on to the next. Cernovith was actually being very helpful as he made corrections.
“How is it you know all their names, and you’re barely three days old.”