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22.Jun.13, 04:42 PM
There had been a certain amount of anticipation and maybe even a bit of pride that had found home in Bordtai when he’d learned that the Bronze behemoth he’d met had flown one of the golds. He remembered Torath and his rider – the grizzly bear of a man who had taken him out of the rain and given him dry clothes. Bronze Rider N’kal had even shared pieces of his past with him which had given Bordtai a sense of friendship, or at least as much of one as a weyrbrat could have with a bronzerider. It was silly, really – to think a bronzerider would take time out of his day to think of a brat, but that had been exactly what happened and Bordtai had not forgotten it. So when he’d heard Torath had caught the gold, he’d jumped and cheered with other’s who were simply excited that it would not be another brown-sired clutch.
Perhaps it was the pride he had in the rough-looking pair, or perhaps it was the fact that he had finally grown a few inches. Either way, when he followed the crowd of candidates onto the sands the thin boy had a flicker of confidence. He was closer to the same size as the rest of the candidates, not like the last clutch where he had clearly been the smallest. To top it off, he felt he had an advantage, knowing the Sire of half the eggs.
Watching the bronze beast across the sands growl and snap angrily, Bordtai hesitated but it quickly subsided into a grin. This was part the bronze’s clutch as much as it was the golds. Even though there were two good clutchs on the sands, Bordtai took the time to know beyond a doubt which was linked with Torath and that is where it walked once the intimidating Jayedi allowed them to. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the eggs Krypth had produced, but the Weyrbrat couldn’t help but hope he’d have a connection to the others no matter how vauge.
Walking through the eggs of Okalinath’s clutch, Bordtai could not help but find his eye caught by an egg that seemed to have a grey shadow cast upon one side. Circling it once, Bordtai confirmed that it wasn’t a trick of the light and that the egg actually had a grey tone to it. Smiling, he brushed his fingers across it’s hardened shell before spreading them and resting his palm upon it’s surface.
Perhaps it was the pride he had in the rough-looking pair, or perhaps it was the fact that he had finally grown a few inches. Either way, when he followed the crowd of candidates onto the sands the thin boy had a flicker of confidence. He was closer to the same size as the rest of the candidates, not like the last clutch where he had clearly been the smallest. To top it off, he felt he had an advantage, knowing the Sire of half the eggs.
Watching the bronze beast across the sands growl and snap angrily, Bordtai hesitated but it quickly subsided into a grin. This was part the bronze’s clutch as much as it was the golds. Even though there were two good clutchs on the sands, Bordtai took the time to know beyond a doubt which was linked with Torath and that is where it walked once the intimidating Jayedi allowed them to. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the eggs Krypth had produced, but the Weyrbrat couldn’t help but hope he’d have a connection to the others no matter how vauge.
Walking through the eggs of Okalinath’s clutch, Bordtai could not help but find his eye caught by an egg that seemed to have a grey shadow cast upon one side. Circling it once, Bordtai confirmed that it wasn’t a trick of the light and that the egg actually had a grey tone to it. Smiling, he brushed his fingers across it’s hardened shell before spreading them and resting his palm upon it’s surface.
