23.Apr.14, 05:48 PM
It amused Khaduceth how nervous Quelseth sounded in her little request. He was no threat to the little green, but while he supposed he should feel bad, it flattered him to think that his imposing size and wit gave others pause. He purred softly to himself and promptly replied, assuring her in a few quick words that T'lian would be along presently, assuming he had time.
What are you doing?
Shards. T'lian was a sharp one, and he seemed to have special sense of when Khaduceth was up to something. The dragon shrugged mentally and relayed the message. Khaduceth didn't particularly care for others demanding their presence, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Tal wouldn't have found it amusing. He would probably say something about how arrogance wasn't attractive or something like that...
Good thing we're already here T'lian thought as he stepped out of the weyrfolk hall. He still made occasional trips to Katila to check on the lingering sick and injured, though by now, many of them had recovered or moved. He still came through, though. It was a nice break, and as much as he despised Katila for what it had been, he enjoyed the quiet and the change to gather some more of those exotic herbs.
He gave Khaduceth's snout a firm pat before climbing up. Nothing's wrong, is it? Is he sick, hurt..? he asked. His tone was focused and mildly concerned, for the wording left him expecting some sort of medical situation. Something was wrong with S'cer. He needed help!
Something like that the dragon said before taking off. A few moments later, they appeared in the air above the candidate isle. T'lian frowned a little, but still felt a moment of relief when he realized that this was no medical call. Khaduceth landed and Tansy and Fellis winked into view after them, completing the entourage.
T'lian dismounted and let out an awkward little chuckle. "Oh, good. The way he talked, I thought you were hurt or something. Um..." He looked around uncomfortably. Why this place, of all places? He asked that question of himself, but he figured he probably already knew. "It's uh, good to see you. Are you okay?" Dumb question...
What are you doing?
Shards. T'lian was a sharp one, and he seemed to have special sense of when Khaduceth was up to something. The dragon shrugged mentally and relayed the message. Khaduceth didn't particularly care for others demanding their presence, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Tal wouldn't have found it amusing. He would probably say something about how arrogance wasn't attractive or something like that...
Good thing we're already here T'lian thought as he stepped out of the weyrfolk hall. He still made occasional trips to Katila to check on the lingering sick and injured, though by now, many of them had recovered or moved. He still came through, though. It was a nice break, and as much as he despised Katila for what it had been, he enjoyed the quiet and the change to gather some more of those exotic herbs.
He gave Khaduceth's snout a firm pat before climbing up. Nothing's wrong, is it? Is he sick, hurt..? he asked. His tone was focused and mildly concerned, for the wording left him expecting some sort of medical situation. Something was wrong with S'cer. He needed help!
T'lian dismounted and let out an awkward little chuckle. "Oh, good. The way he talked, I thought you were hurt or something. Um..." He looked around uncomfortably. Why this place, of all places? He asked that question of himself, but he figured he probably already knew. "It's uh, good to see you. Are you okay?" Dumb question...