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05.Dec.13, 05:32 AM
N'mor of Bronze Rhezalth
Indamor – no, N’mor – had woken up fairly early, surprised to find that his dragonet was very much asleep. That, too, had taken a moment to ensure wasn’t actually a dream. Wide, puzzled eyes had looked around the room that wasn’t his, before landing on the fat bronze lump curled up with him on the floor. His blanket had been thrown around him at one point, and he could tell by the way his shoes were paired up by the door that his father had done rounds before going to bed himself.
Soulful eyes turned back to the dragonet, and N’mor swelled with pride as he reached out to gently stroke the dragonet’s belly, which was softly rising and falling with each breath eh took. He was such a lovely, uniform bronze colour! Well… except for the most bizarre lime green marking on his nose and headknobs. The boy wasn’t quite sure what to make of that aspect of his dragon, but he was sure it would vanish when Rhezalth matured; his father said the dragonets moulted and got new hides and he hadn’t seen any that looked the same as adults as they had during their Weyrlinghood.
I like my nose.
Indamor startled slightly, then laughed softly. “I like it too, I guess. Are you – you are!” Surprised eyes widened dramatically at the sudden overwhelming desire for food and he struggled to his feet before pulling his boots on while Rhezalth snuffled around the room. Indamor rolled his eyes slightly with a fond smile when he realised the dragonet was honestly looking for food. “There isn’t anything in here. C’mon, I know where we can get you fed.”
Yay!
Indamor raised an eyebrow slightly, shook his head, and lead his dragonet out of the barracks, whispering harshly as he emphasised the need to be quiet when passing the other rooms – especially that of B’jin.
Rhezalth paused, squinting, as the door was opened, before giving his tail a flick and trotting outside.Why must we be so silent? The bronze looked up at Indamor as they walked. Will something happen?
“Not if we’re quiet! Dad doesn’t like to be woken up early, so it’s best not to risk it!”
Is that not the man we were trying not to wake, though?
“Yes. Better safe than sorry. C’mon, Telrynd – or whatever – is over there.”
Nudging Rhezalth across a little, N’mor waved a greeting to his dad (who was more occupied looking over someone else’s dragonet) and made sure the pair of them arrived where Telrynd was feeding his bronze.
“Man we rule.”
What are we ruling?
Indamor laughed.
Indamor – no, N’mor – had woken up fairly early, surprised to find that his dragonet was very much asleep. That, too, had taken a moment to ensure wasn’t actually a dream. Wide, puzzled eyes had looked around the room that wasn’t his, before landing on the fat bronze lump curled up with him on the floor. His blanket had been thrown around him at one point, and he could tell by the way his shoes were paired up by the door that his father had done rounds before going to bed himself.
Soulful eyes turned back to the dragonet, and N’mor swelled with pride as he reached out to gently stroke the dragonet’s belly, which was softly rising and falling with each breath eh took. He was such a lovely, uniform bronze colour! Well… except for the most bizarre lime green marking on his nose and headknobs. The boy wasn’t quite sure what to make of that aspect of his dragon, but he was sure it would vanish when Rhezalth matured; his father said the dragonets moulted and got new hides and he hadn’t seen any that looked the same as adults as they had during their Weyrlinghood.
Indamor startled slightly, then laughed softly. “I like it too, I guess. Are you – you are!” Surprised eyes widened dramatically at the sudden overwhelming desire for food and he struggled to his feet before pulling his boots on while Rhezalth snuffled around the room. Indamor rolled his eyes slightly with a fond smile when he realised the dragonet was honestly looking for food. “There isn’t anything in here. C’mon, I know where we can get you fed.”
Indamor raised an eyebrow slightly, shook his head, and lead his dragonet out of the barracks, whispering harshly as he emphasised the need to be quiet when passing the other rooms – especially that of B’jin.
Rhezalth paused, squinting, as the door was opened, before giving his tail a flick and trotting outside.
“Not if we’re quiet! Dad doesn’t like to be woken up early, so it’s best not to risk it!”
“Yes. Better safe than sorry. C’mon, Telrynd – or whatever – is over there.”
Nudging Rhezalth across a little, N’mor waved a greeting to his dad (who was more occupied looking over someone else’s dragonet) and made sure the pair of them arrived where Telrynd was feeding his bronze.
“Man we rule.”
Indamor laughed.
