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16.May.14, 08:57 PM
K'ton had gazed wide eyed (slightly mind you and he would never admit it) around Telgar Hold. He'd been Telgarian before becoming a rider of Telgar Weyr but he'd never ventured close to the hold that his family owed their allegiance. It had been quite startling when they had landed in an area large enough to accommodate the dragons they rode, to realize that not only was he home but he could simply blink between and see his mother's face. It hadn't really sunk into the brownrider that it was possible now and probably wouldn't for some time.
He listened quietly, shaking his head slightly, and in the background as S'kef and the Lord Holder went over things. He knew the plans, knew what was to be done and what should have been expected but didn't come. He had expected the Lord to allow them proper search, had expected him to greet them as was proper but the crotchety old man hadn't. Instead he'd demanded they leave and refused their search within his walls.
With another shake of his head, K'ton had shifted to stand tall and stride away. What bullshit. The old man really had no right to refuse them search. They had clutches or what would soon be clutches and they needed all the boys they could get. Who knew if there'd be a gold among the many so boys it would be, though K'ton wasn't adverse as some to a girl or two tossed in. He frowned hard when he caught sight of crowd that had begun to gather. Ironth was beginning to pale and he could feel the anxiety radiating off the brown like a hot summer sun.
K'ton… I am ready to leave, the brown told him quietly, his tone anxious and nearing a whine. I know bud, but we can't just yet. There's still things that must be done, he answered with as much reassurance as he could while giving the dragon gentle strokes on his shoulder, Not much longer now. He could only push as much of the love he had for the dragon down their bond as he could. Whether Ironth could take that and use remained to be seen.
When the voice spoke near him, K'ton nearly ignored it but jerked in surprise as the man behind him tacked on "Weyrsecond". It was still a shock that he was weyrsecond. Something his weyrling master would certainly scoff at. "That he is," he told the man taking the note he slipped into K'ton's hand, "And it was more than time to let ourselves known." He watched the man walk away with another shake of his head. At least there were some people around here with a little smarts.
After situating his agitated dragon some ways away from the hold proper, it didn't take K'ton long to find the tavern indicated on the note. Course, finding a little urchin to tell him where it was helped. K'ton walked into the crowded slightly smoky room and looked around for the man that had spoken to him. Blue eyes caught sight of him and K'ton walked towards the table, to take the chair the man waved at. "So… What exactly can I do for you?"
Gabrin
He listened quietly, shaking his head slightly, and in the background as S'kef and the Lord Holder went over things. He knew the plans, knew what was to be done and what should have been expected but didn't come. He had expected the Lord to allow them proper search, had expected him to greet them as was proper but the crotchety old man hadn't. Instead he'd demanded they leave and refused their search within his walls.
With another shake of his head, K'ton had shifted to stand tall and stride away. What bullshit. The old man really had no right to refuse them search. They had clutches or what would soon be clutches and they needed all the boys they could get. Who knew if there'd be a gold among the many so boys it would be, though K'ton wasn't adverse as some to a girl or two tossed in. He frowned hard when he caught sight of crowd that had begun to gather. Ironth was beginning to pale and he could feel the anxiety radiating off the brown like a hot summer sun.
When the voice spoke near him, K'ton nearly ignored it but jerked in surprise as the man behind him tacked on "Weyrsecond". It was still a shock that he was weyrsecond. Something his weyrling master would certainly scoff at. "That he is," he told the man taking the note he slipped into K'ton's hand, "And it was more than time to let ourselves known." He watched the man walk away with another shake of his head. At least there were some people around here with a little smarts.
After situating his agitated dragon some ways away from the hold proper, it didn't take K'ton long to find the tavern indicated on the note. Course, finding a little urchin to tell him where it was helped. K'ton walked into the crowded slightly smoky room and looked around for the man that had spoken to him. Blue eyes caught sight of him and K'ton walked towards the table, to take the chair the man waved at. "So… What exactly can I do for you?"
Gabrin
