10.Mar.14, 08:55 AM
“He is,” N’mor spoke mildly as he turned his gaze from Rhezalth to look at the molten form of Syrendryth. Very gold and orange-esque, that one, vastly at odds to Rhezalth’s greeny bronze colour… Never mind the shocking green of his nose and headknobs! What was going on with that? Neither boy nor dragon made any comment about the unseemly green contrasting of Rhezalth’s features, and N’mor shrugged it off. Twelve months, more or less, and his dragonet would shed the awful colour and reveal his new hide. The only worry there, of course, was that he would be even greener! Not likely, he put in with a snide air to his tone, and tossed his head. N’mor smiled slightly.
As T’ryn set to work on his dragon, so too did N’mor, working diligently over Rhezalth’s hide in much the same manner. He was not interested in his young dragon coming out of his growth looking much like Larrikith, with the lack of love and care being given and blatantly there for the entire world to see if they took a moment to have a look. It really was disgraceful, and as much as N’mor absolutely adored Larrikith – she was the very reason he wanted to be a dragonrider, and he was sure his time with her growing up would assist with his being a great student during his Weyrlinghood – but he did not want his bronze to have a mangled hide like her!
Lifting his attention from Rhezalth’s hide, with a last swipe of the dragonet’s nose, N’mor raised his eyebrows at T’ryn and then glanced towards his father with a one-shouldered shrug. “Dunno, nothing exciting, likely.” It would be difficult to do anything worth an ounce of interest until the dragonets were old enough to stop being a buzz kill; eat-sleep-bathe-eat again was going to be a way of life for far too long! “Lots of eating and sleeping, probably.” The droll tone of his voice was ended with a snort, when he nodded towards the greenrider, who was indeed ushering weyrlings off to bed, or shady out of the way locations where they could snooze until the next demand for food and oil.
“At least we don’t have to go to bed.” He was not a child! Mandatory naptime was insulting; snoozing under one of the nice trees, however, well, that was an agreeable enough idea! Rhezalth gave a rumble of agreement, and turned his gaze to one that he found appealing.That one, he stated, and headed off smartly.
As T’ryn set to work on his dragon, so too did N’mor, working diligently over Rhezalth’s hide in much the same manner. He was not interested in his young dragon coming out of his growth looking much like Larrikith, with the lack of love and care being given and blatantly there for the entire world to see if they took a moment to have a look. It really was disgraceful, and as much as N’mor absolutely adored Larrikith – she was the very reason he wanted to be a dragonrider, and he was sure his time with her growing up would assist with his being a great student during his Weyrlinghood – but he did not want his bronze to have a mangled hide like her!
Lifting his attention from Rhezalth’s hide, with a last swipe of the dragonet’s nose, N’mor raised his eyebrows at T’ryn and then glanced towards his father with a one-shouldered shrug. “Dunno, nothing exciting, likely.” It would be difficult to do anything worth an ounce of interest until the dragonets were old enough to stop being a buzz kill; eat-sleep-bathe-eat again was going to be a way of life for far too long! “Lots of eating and sleeping, probably.” The droll tone of his voice was ended with a snort, when he nodded towards the greenrider, who was indeed ushering weyrlings off to bed, or shady out of the way locations where they could snooze until the next demand for food and oil.
“At least we don’t have to go to bed.” He was not a child! Mandatory naptime was insulting; snoozing under one of the nice trees, however, well, that was an agreeable enough idea! Rhezalth gave a rumble of agreement, and turned his gaze to one that he found appealing.