21.Feb.13, 03:53 PM
The first growl Bordtai heard was from the rough looking man as he seemed to simply materialize out of the rain, soaked through and through but looking all the more savage for it with the way it plastered his long, shaggy hair to him. The small boy didn’t realize that there were other’s following him, having thought to finally be free of the bully-brats, and so stopped dead in his tracks as he assumed the man was growling at him! Well shards and shells, what did he do now?
The dragon that landed behind the man was un-mistakenly bronze and one of the largest in the Weyr. In fact, if Bordtai dared to wager a guess, he’d put the mighty beast at the same size as the young Gold if not a few hands longer! Caught between slight awe for the beast and unease for the rider, Bordtai didn’t dare move his feet across the wet ground as the dragon let out a growl of his own. It was in a debate if he should run or take whatever tongue lashing was on his way that Bordtai caught the sound of boots behind him.
Turning to find two larger brats fleeing, Bordtai blinked the water from his eyelashes and watched them for a moment before looking back to the dragon and rider once more – his feet still hadn’t moved, though now he felt a little better. There might just be a chance that the growl hadn’t actually been issued in his direction. That chance was confirmed when the man spoke up, though the roughness in his voice matched his rough and ragged appearance. Together it made Bordtai think of a feral feline - a large and mean, feral feline.
At the question of being hurt, the small boy took the cloth from his nose again to glance at the slowly growing spot of blood there before returning it to his nose and shaking his head no. “No, Sir. I’m fine.” Depending on the point of view, Bordtai supposed the statement could be taken as a lie. Any woman would have smacked him for saying he was fine while getting blood all over their clean kitchens, but Bordtai certainly didn’t feel like it was enough to go to any healer over. After all, who hadn’t had a bloodied nose once or twice in their life? So Bordtai tended to have several in a week… He didn’t see how it would be a fuss at that point.
It was with curiosity that the boy watched as the bronze extended his wing like a canopy over his rider and an invitation was clearly sent to Bordtai to join them. Biting his lower lip, he looked around but found that he really had no valid reason to decline the man. Truth be told, the man and beast together looked more likely to eat the boy than befriend him, but how much trouble would he get in if he told an adult ‘no’? Deciding this pair was not the pair he wanted to get in trouble with considering their wild looks, he stepped forward to join the man under the bronze canopy.
Glancing back again at where the other brats had disappeared, Bordtai’s shoulders slumped a little before he spoke up again, though he didn’t actually look at the man or the beast as he spoke. “I think I need to say thank you for your help.”
The dragon that landed behind the man was un-mistakenly bronze and one of the largest in the Weyr. In fact, if Bordtai dared to wager a guess, he’d put the mighty beast at the same size as the young Gold if not a few hands longer! Caught between slight awe for the beast and unease for the rider, Bordtai didn’t dare move his feet across the wet ground as the dragon let out a growl of his own. It was in a debate if he should run or take whatever tongue lashing was on his way that Bordtai caught the sound of boots behind him.
Turning to find two larger brats fleeing, Bordtai blinked the water from his eyelashes and watched them for a moment before looking back to the dragon and rider once more – his feet still hadn’t moved, though now he felt a little better. There might just be a chance that the growl hadn’t actually been issued in his direction. That chance was confirmed when the man spoke up, though the roughness in his voice matched his rough and ragged appearance. Together it made Bordtai think of a feral feline - a large and mean, feral feline.
At the question of being hurt, the small boy took the cloth from his nose again to glance at the slowly growing spot of blood there before returning it to his nose and shaking his head no. “No, Sir. I’m fine.” Depending on the point of view, Bordtai supposed the statement could be taken as a lie. Any woman would have smacked him for saying he was fine while getting blood all over their clean kitchens, but Bordtai certainly didn’t feel like it was enough to go to any healer over. After all, who hadn’t had a bloodied nose once or twice in their life? So Bordtai tended to have several in a week… He didn’t see how it would be a fuss at that point.
It was with curiosity that the boy watched as the bronze extended his wing like a canopy over his rider and an invitation was clearly sent to Bordtai to join them. Biting his lower lip, he looked around but found that he really had no valid reason to decline the man. Truth be told, the man and beast together looked more likely to eat the boy than befriend him, but how much trouble would he get in if he told an adult ‘no’? Deciding this pair was not the pair he wanted to get in trouble with considering their wild looks, he stepped forward to join the man under the bronze canopy.
Glancing back again at where the other brats had disappeared, Bordtai’s shoulders slumped a little before he spoke up again, though he didn’t actually look at the man or the beast as he spoke. “I think I need to say thank you for your help.”