21.Jan.14, 11:07 PM
His movements were swift and efficient. The straps creaked lightly as he buckled and checked and checked again. His weyrling lessons were not forgotten, would probably never be forgotten. The actions had thumped into his brain with such effortlessness by Jayedi that he was certain no other weyrling master could compare or live up to her standards.
I don't know why we have to use straps. We're only going to the lake, the bronze grumbled.
"Because, lump, we're supposed to," he replied easily and grimaced as his broken hand got in the way once again. It ached with a dull roar now and he couldn't wait to get the binding off. To keep his mind off the hand, he thought about the upcoming hatching. A gold was in this clutch and he wondered who she would impress to. The pickings, in his opinion, were slim some of the best already chosen and he hoped the little gold would chose wisely. He tightened another strap, adjusted the fit here and there, gritting his teeth when he jammed a finger against Gelabrith's side.
They make me itch, Gelabrith whined.
"Bronzes don't whine, Gel. Bronzes are made of sterner stuff. If you itch maybe it's time for an oil," T'drin told him with a chuckle as he scratched the bronze hide. The bronze gave an appreciative hum,Perhaps. Gripping the strap lightly in one hand, T'drin gave a hop and using the forearm offered, swung easily into place between the neck ridges. That had taken practice, settling himself in the proper place. Practice and several foolish mistakes. Gelabrith rumbled with amusement at the memory playing through T'drin's mind and lifted off clumsily from the ground.
It took them far less time to reach the lake shore now that the weyr had been shifted closer and his wings weren't even a bit sore by the time Gelabrith landed far enough away from the shore not to disturb anything or anyone.I do believe there's someone here, he told T'drin. "Someone crazy," he replied, "Crazy enough to swim when it's not even warm enough to think about it."
He walked closer to the shore where a dark haired girl was muttering to herself as she drew in the sand. He was quiet and the girl didn't hear him - and he was thankful for that - as he moved just a bit closer. Leaning against a tree and crossing his arms across his chest awkwardly, he said, "You know… They say talking to yourself is the very first sign of insanity."
"Because, lump, we're supposed to," he replied easily and grimaced as his broken hand got in the way once again. It ached with a dull roar now and he couldn't wait to get the binding off. To keep his mind off the hand, he thought about the upcoming hatching. A gold was in this clutch and he wondered who she would impress to. The pickings, in his opinion, were slim some of the best already chosen and he hoped the little gold would chose wisely. He tightened another strap, adjusted the fit here and there, gritting his teeth when he jammed a finger against Gelabrith's side.
"Bronzes don't whine, Gel. Bronzes are made of sterner stuff. If you itch maybe it's time for an oil," T'drin told him with a chuckle as he scratched the bronze hide. The bronze gave an appreciative hum,
It took them far less time to reach the lake shore now that the weyr had been shifted closer and his wings weren't even a bit sore by the time Gelabrith landed far enough away from the shore not to disturb anything or anyone.
He walked closer to the shore where a dark haired girl was muttering to herself as she drew in the sand. He was quiet and the girl didn't hear him - and he was thankful for that - as he moved just a bit closer. Leaning against a tree and crossing his arms across his chest awkwardly, he said, "You know… They say talking to yourself is the very first sign of insanity."