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13.Feb.14, 11:18 PM
T’ryn didn’t say anything when his friend’s new name was given. He eyed up first the dragon, questioning why that name would be given, and then N’mor to see how he was handling it. There would have been enough time since Impressing to get over any dislike of the name and to find a way to accept it, especially since it was N’mor in question, but T’ryn was convinced it would still be a rough ride for a little while for his friend to fully accept the name. Then again, what else would he be called? I’mor? I’or? That one sounded like a name given to the beloved family donkey. He gave a little grin at the thought and was suddenly glad he had an amazing name and Syrendryth decided not to be cruel to him with T’nd.
Despite only hearing half of the conversation thanks to the dragonets having horrible volume control, T’ryn tried to keep up and even chuckled at what sounded like Rhezalth wanting to squish everyone that bothered them. That was certainly one way to solve problems!A bit messy though, Syrendryth countered as he looked up from his bucket of meat he had gone back to after introductions, looking a bit messy himself. T’ryn pointed to his mouth which had the bronze hatchling cocking his head to the side, wondering what that meant, but finally a tongue darted out and Syrendryth started cleaning up after his rambunctious eating.
“Here’s another opinion for you. We’re both clever, Impressed interesting bronze dragons, and we’re destined to lead. We’re going to make names for ourselves and no one will ever remember the men our names may resemble.” In truth, N’mor wasn’t that close to N’mall and most of the population would never make any sort of connection or have pity for the young bronzerider.
“And greens have their uses or else they wouldn’t exist.” While he was still a bit too young to fully appreciate all of their uses, T’ryn knew enough from lessons about dragons and from watching wing practices to know the little dragons served a few purposes and that even the biggest of bronze dragons would miss the greens if they were gone.
“Are you finished? I can start oiling your hide if you are.” He turned to Syrendryth again, examining the bucket in the process and then glanced back to N’mor. “He’s a bit too good at making sure I know when and where he has an itch. I’m already dreaming up ways of rigging a little bucket shower for him or maybe a small pool of oil and he can dive in and out of when needed.” A grin accompanied his crazy ideas as he spoke. While they would be fun to try to create and watch the dragon use, T’ryn really didn’t mind maintaining the pretty hide – so far. Was Syrendryth going to end up Hoth-sized or Ronarth-sized?
Despite only hearing half of the conversation thanks to the dragonets having horrible volume control, T’ryn tried to keep up and even chuckled at what sounded like Rhezalth wanting to squish everyone that bothered them. That was certainly one way to solve problems!
“Here’s another opinion for you. We’re both clever, Impressed interesting bronze dragons, and we’re destined to lead. We’re going to make names for ourselves and no one will ever remember the men our names may resemble.” In truth, N’mor wasn’t that close to N’mall and most of the population would never make any sort of connection or have pity for the young bronzerider.
“And greens have their uses or else they wouldn’t exist.” While he was still a bit too young to fully appreciate all of their uses, T’ryn knew enough from lessons about dragons and from watching wing practices to know the little dragons served a few purposes and that even the biggest of bronze dragons would miss the greens if they were gone.
“Are you finished? I can start oiling your hide if you are.” He turned to Syrendryth again, examining the bucket in the process and then glanced back to N’mor. “He’s a bit too good at making sure I know when and where he has an itch. I’m already dreaming up ways of rigging a little bucket shower for him or maybe a small pool of oil and he can dive in and out of when needed.” A grin accompanied his crazy ideas as he spoke. While they would be fun to try to create and watch the dragon use, T’ryn really didn’t mind maintaining the pretty hide – so far. Was Syrendryth going to end up Hoth-sized or Ronarth-sized?
