[G] [C] 737.06.30 | A Quiet Night In

I knew we would miss something exciting here today. A few ladies looked extra radiant today, Veeth whined, only slightly, at missing out on chasing in a maiden flight. He liked to make all of the ladies on the Weyr feel special. He’d have to make it up to her soon.

V’ler, for his part, rolled his eyes at his dragon and almost didn’t reply, not wanting to feed Veeth’s need for attention at times but did so anyway. “You could have stayed behind, you know. But then you’d miss out on spending time with Aradissicath.” That put an end to Veeth’s sulking as he acknowledged that the gold was indeed lovely and fun to spend time with. Veeth knew some dragons didn’t like her and found her a bit arrogant or demanding, but he found her fun, pleasant, and interesting as they exchanged stories.

“And kind of. Since I was there, I figured I should stop by,” V’ler shrugged, not finding it a big deal that he sometimes willingly made an appearance in his daughter’s life. R’nya was by far more of a father to Varlea than he was and it didn’t bother him how the girl actually viewed him. He was likely some sort of uncle or family friend in her eyes and that was fine by him. Easier on him as well. He by no means had a parenting bone in his body.

V’ler was a bit lost when Venseth joined the conversation and the pair started discussing gossip and inner whatevers thanks to not being privy to Indivara’s inner thoughts like the darker blue dragon but he did smirk at Indivara’s comeback and couldn’t help adding his own two cents. “I think your inner green is rubbing off on Venseth,” while V’ler didn’t see an issue with it, someone would have to be colour blind to not notice the green hues mixed into Venseth’s blue hide. He knew Indivara was teased about it, most of the time by her friends doing it good-naturedly but there were those that did it in an attempt to hurt her.

As if suddenly on the same page, Venseth was encouraging his rider to stop listening to gossip and wanted back up in the matter. V’ler was definitely the right person for the subject as he never cared what people thought about him or his actions. He had received quite a few beatings in the past for continuing to sing the praises of the dragonriders when he was still just a Journeyman Harper making his rounds that believed in the good of dragons but didn’t know they were still alive in the South. Holders didn’t want to hear it but still he sang it. He also suspected people from Hold, Hall, and Weyr found him odd whether it be for his lack of interest in sex outside of flights, his sharp tongue, or the way he dressed, but that was just who he was and it didn’t matter what others thought of him.

“He’s right, Vara. When you pay attention to the whispers and gossip, you’ll lose your mind and question everything you do. It’s easier to just be you and not give a damn.”