13.Jul.13, 03:02 AM
Ryvian really wasn’t one to sit on the side lines when friends were bickering and teasing as he was more inclined to tease them both in turn. This time, however, he didn’t have anything else to add to the conversation. He liked Indivara’s theory and could even believe it to a point but he also agreed with Nyvian that no matter what, there would be awesome dragons to be had. So he smiled and nodded in agreement to both sides as he continued to steal glances at the bronze.
A part of him wanted to pet the creature, a way to make it all the more real. If Skorzanth was solid beneath his touch, then it wasn’t a nightmare. His hand started to lift and then was quickly lowered back to his lap. There was a sudden fear that he didn’t know which he wanted to be true and as odd as it was since he had grown up around dragons, Ryvian wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act around this one. Was it okay to touch his brother’s dragon without permission? Was he allowed to use the nickname that Nyvian liked using? Should he pretend he didn’t hear what was supposed to be private conversations like the concern he showed for Nyvian?
Growing frustrated at the whole situation Ryvian finally straightened the way he sat somewhat slouched and looked around them. Weyrlings were being corralled and he honestly didn’t know what else to say in that moment anyway so he waved a dismissive hand to the conversation that was taking place around him and to the entire encounter. “You should go join your class, Ny. You’re the one that’s never late, remember!” Ryvian smiled cheerfully, doing his best to keep the optimism continuously in place for his brother’s sake. “I have some parties to plan for as well.” He’d go to the gathering to celebrate the wonderful hatching, naturally, since he had to show his support for Nyvian but there was also the UnImpressed party he’d have to throw due to tradition. He wasn’t sure if it’d be the same without his other half, especially since their Candidate friends were dwindling. It really would just be Indivara and him left soon. With his luck, Ryvian figured he’d better start making friends with the younger ‘brats to ensure he wasn’t Standing alone on the Sands.
A part of him wanted to pet the creature, a way to make it all the more real. If Skorzanth was solid beneath his touch, then it wasn’t a nightmare. His hand started to lift and then was quickly lowered back to his lap. There was a sudden fear that he didn’t know which he wanted to be true and as odd as it was since he had grown up around dragons, Ryvian wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act around this one. Was it okay to touch his brother’s dragon without permission? Was he allowed to use the nickname that Nyvian liked using? Should he pretend he didn’t hear what was supposed to be private conversations like the concern he showed for Nyvian?
Growing frustrated at the whole situation Ryvian finally straightened the way he sat somewhat slouched and looked around them. Weyrlings were being corralled and he honestly didn’t know what else to say in that moment anyway so he waved a dismissive hand to the conversation that was taking place around him and to the entire encounter. “You should go join your class, Ny. You’re the one that’s never late, remember!” Ryvian smiled cheerfully, doing his best to keep the optimism continuously in place for his brother’s sake. “I have some parties to plan for as well.” He’d go to the gathering to celebrate the wonderful hatching, naturally, since he had to show his support for Nyvian but there was also the UnImpressed party he’d have to throw due to tradition. He wasn’t sure if it’d be the same without his other half, especially since their Candidate friends were dwindling. It really would just be Indivara and him left soon. With his luck, Ryvian figured he’d better start making friends with the younger ‘brats to ensure he wasn’t Standing alone on the Sands.