08.Jan.13, 01:08 PM
B'run doesn't trust anyone. Olemuth rumbled quietly, watching as the man floated on his back, catching his breath from his repeated dunkings. If dragons could smile, Olemuth would be all grins. Maybe they will be friends. Or at least companionable enough to talk now and then. He doubted it. B'run didn't have friends. Olemuth couldn't understand how the man could endure being so lonely all the time. But he could hope that, maybe, the man would eventually find someone to talk to or at least someone to endure long enough to let him enjoy some company.
B'run floated back towards A'liran, looking much like a hunk of driftwood. "Good. Glad we ain't botherin' you... I don't like bein' in the way." Quite true. Being in the way meant people complained about you and watched out for you. And B'run didn't want that. He wanted to be forgotten about until these lashings stopped and things went right again. Their weyr was oddball enough without people being afraid all the time. Shards, he had enough worry for half the weyr as it was without the worry of being lashed on top of it.
This is the man that fights when his green flies, isn't it?
She mentioned him not trusting bronzeriders. I believe you are right.
Lovely. Don't chase her, eh? I don't need anymore scars.
I make no promises...
Of course you don't... B'run sighed, lifting his head to watch the bronze exchanging sniffs and conversation with the green. "Think they're plottin' against us." He murmured to A'liran as he floated by. He rose up, treading water. His eyes lingered, not in the way a man inspects a woman, but in the way a man inspects a threat. Casual respect and wariness. He didn't eyeball the other man long, turning to watch the dragons again, seemingly unconcerned with the other man's presence.
B'run floated back towards A'liran, looking much like a hunk of driftwood. "Good. Glad we ain't botherin' you... I don't like bein' in the way." Quite true. Being in the way meant people complained about you and watched out for you. And B'run didn't want that. He wanted to be forgotten about until these lashings stopped and things went right again. Their weyr was oddball enough without people being afraid all the time. Shards, he had enough worry for half the weyr as it was without the worry of being lashed on top of it.
This is the man that fights when his green flies, isn't it?
She mentioned him not trusting bronzeriders. I believe you are right.
Lovely. Don't chase her, eh? I don't need anymore scars.
I make no promises...
Of course you don't... B'run sighed, lifting his head to watch the bronze exchanging sniffs and conversation with the green. "Think they're plottin' against us." He murmured to A'liran as he floated by. He rose up, treading water. His eyes lingered, not in the way a man inspects a woman, but in the way a man inspects a threat. Casual respect and wariness. He didn't eyeball the other man long, turning to watch the dragons again, seemingly unconcerned with the other man's presence.