26.Aug.13, 08:02 PM
Caymath watch Morith’s antics with all the selective blindness of a lifelong subordinate used to ignoring potentially embarrassing behavior from his superiors. The bronze’s comment did spark a shadow of a memory and after a moment’s consultation with J’di to refresh it, he answered with an air of fond nostalgia. Back home and home was always Ista, to his rider’s mind We used to see dolphins now and again. They loved to play with us.
Faredin was a bright boy, but he was still only a boy. So some of the things that V’riy said -and didn’t say-eluded him. Particularly anything about how the man felt about Tsuen. As far as he was concerned, Tsuen was to be avoided by him but was a bronzerider’s rightful responsibility to handle- personal feelings didn’t enter into it at all.
Hearing the bronzerider mention their brownriding Weyrleader, right on the heels of his own thoughts, was rather interesting. Yes, S’kef was Weyrleader, but not because of his dragon. It remained to be seen if the brown could handle Nirinath when next she rose, or if that would even matter. He didn’t say as much to V’riy, however, feeling like some things –including things which might annoy the reigning power if they got around- should not be voiced to a near stranger.
“Well, good luck to you and Morith, sir.” Faredin wished the man well in future Flights. “I don’t think I’m the trusting-and-exploring type, though.” At least not here. All there was to explore beyond Katila was wilderness and the things waiting in the wilderness to kill you. Exploration over.
“It might be different, if we were North.” He commented, with all the wistful longing of a boy speaking of a mythical land he knew full well he had good odds of never being able to see. “I bet there’s a lot to see and do up there, isn’t there?” Faredin never missed an opportunity to wheedle stories about the place from anyone of a mind to indulge him.
Faredin was a bright boy, but he was still only a boy. So some of the things that V’riy said -and didn’t say-eluded him. Particularly anything about how the man felt about Tsuen. As far as he was concerned, Tsuen was to be avoided by him but was a bronzerider’s rightful responsibility to handle- personal feelings didn’t enter into it at all.
Hearing the bronzerider mention their brownriding Weyrleader, right on the heels of his own thoughts, was rather interesting. Yes, S’kef was Weyrleader, but not because of his dragon. It remained to be seen if the brown could handle Nirinath when next she rose, or if that would even matter. He didn’t say as much to V’riy, however, feeling like some things –including things which might annoy the reigning power if they got around- should not be voiced to a near stranger.
“Well, good luck to you and Morith, sir.” Faredin wished the man well in future Flights. “I don’t think I’m the trusting-and-exploring type, though.” At least not here. All there was to explore beyond Katila was wilderness and the things waiting in the wilderness to kill you. Exploration over.
“It might be different, if we were North.” He commented, with all the wistful longing of a boy speaking of a mythical land he knew full well he had good odds of never being able to see. “I bet there’s a lot to see and do up there, isn’t there?” Faredin never missed an opportunity to wheedle stories about the place from anyone of a mind to indulge him.