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06.Oct.17, 03:01 AM
While many people had opted to spread out and occupy either Fort or Ista Weyr, T’bia hadn’t been able to quite find the desire to leave Telgar. His decision to stay was only strengthened when his father told him he planned to stay there, along with the younger children. T’bia had been relieved, and it had made him wonder if he would have packed up and left, if his father had. Probably, but he was glad he had gone to the man and let him know he desired to stay. It made him feel like he’d made a solid choice, instead of following his father like a lost puppy. He loved his father, and he preferred to be near him, but he supposed it wasn’t required. He was twenty now, and Jycenth was a solid six. T’bia couldn’t believe he’d had his dragon for six turns. It felt like forever, and at the same time, like seconds.
Your thoughts are interesting today, Bibi. Are you going to get up? The blue dragon’s delicate and feminie voice wafted against T’bia’s mind, gently washing away his thoughts of homes and his father. T’bia smiled, and leaned up on one elbow to peer through his bedroom towards where his dragon was peering in from under the flap of hides that separated the cold outside from the comfortable inside.
“I guess so,” he said softly, still smiling at his dragon, though Jycenth withdrew his head to look out over the edge of the weyr as T’bia climbed out of his bed and got dressed in clean clothing, putting his sullied clothes from the previous day in the woven basket he used for that purpose. He would need to do his laundry soon, or he would be wearing his less desirable clothing. Perhaps he’d do that today? “Did you have plans for us, Jai?”
No, love. Jycenth stuck his head back through the hides, I thought I might go hunting today. Would you like to come?
“No thank you. Do you think you could take me and my laundry down to the lower levels before you leave? I think I’ll do my laundry.” T’bia grinned up at Jycenth as he held up the woven basket he’d collected on his way over to the dragon, and Jycenth snorted in amusement.Of course.
T’bia didn’t bother putting the riding straps on Jycenth; he would only have to carry them back up after he’d finished the laundry (he wouldn’t make Jycenth hunt in his gear without a rider!) and the ride down to the lower levels was hardly an exciting trip. In the early days, T’bia wouldn’t have dreamed of riding Jycenth without the security of his riding straps, but he’d grown a lot, and his bodn with his dragon had grown, too. Jycenth would never let anything happen to him, just as T’bia wouldn’t let anything happen to Jycenth.
Jycenth took the basket in his own grip, leaving T’bia free to cling to the spine in front of where he was sitting as the dragon took off, before gliding gently towards the ground. Landing with a slight jar, the dragon put the basket of dirty clothing down and lowered himself so that T’bia could slide lightly off his neck and land on the ground, knees bending to absorb the shock. Turning back to his dragon, T’bia gave Jycenth a pat on the nose, hugging his head to him for a moment before releasing the dragon and wishing him good hunting. Jycenth crooned, before taking off and heading out towards the open field where livestock was kept for feeding the dragons.
Sometimes, when T’bia felt like getting away, they would go down to Katila and hunt the wildlife there, but when he wasn’t in the mood, Jycenth tended to hunt in the fields. They didn’t particularly like being apart and neither sought out reason to leave the other for too long or too far. Shaking his head to clear it, T’bia picked up his basket and made his way towards the laundry room, greeting a couple of people in passing but otherwise keeping to himself.
Bumping the door way open with his hip, T’bia entered the steamy laundry room and glanced around, surprised that it appeared to be empty. Shrugging to himself, T’bia made his way to the far end of the room, and filled up one of the large barrels with hot water from the pump, thankful for the Weyrs internal plumbing and the volcano heating the waters. He hadn’t realised that the Weyrs themselves had been set up like that until they moved there. It explained a lot about Katila! Smiling to himself, T’bia hummed as he got a large wooden spoon to stir the soap sand into the water, before adding the first of his items.
“I guess so,” he said softly, still smiling at his dragon, though Jycenth withdrew his head to look out over the edge of the weyr as T’bia climbed out of his bed and got dressed in clean clothing, putting his sullied clothes from the previous day in the woven basket he used for that purpose. He would need to do his laundry soon, or he would be wearing his less desirable clothing. Perhaps he’d do that today? “Did you have plans for us, Jai?”
“No thank you. Do you think you could take me and my laundry down to the lower levels before you leave? I think I’ll do my laundry.” T’bia grinned up at Jycenth as he held up the woven basket he’d collected on his way over to the dragon, and Jycenth snorted in amusement.
T’bia didn’t bother putting the riding straps on Jycenth; he would only have to carry them back up after he’d finished the laundry (he wouldn’t make Jycenth hunt in his gear without a rider!) and the ride down to the lower levels was hardly an exciting trip. In the early days, T’bia wouldn’t have dreamed of riding Jycenth without the security of his riding straps, but he’d grown a lot, and his bodn with his dragon had grown, too. Jycenth would never let anything happen to him, just as T’bia wouldn’t let anything happen to Jycenth.
Jycenth took the basket in his own grip, leaving T’bia free to cling to the spine in front of where he was sitting as the dragon took off, before gliding gently towards the ground. Landing with a slight jar, the dragon put the basket of dirty clothing down and lowered himself so that T’bia could slide lightly off his neck and land on the ground, knees bending to absorb the shock. Turning back to his dragon, T’bia gave Jycenth a pat on the nose, hugging his head to him for a moment before releasing the dragon and wishing him good hunting. Jycenth crooned, before taking off and heading out towards the open field where livestock was kept for feeding the dragons.
Sometimes, when T’bia felt like getting away, they would go down to Katila and hunt the wildlife there, but when he wasn’t in the mood, Jycenth tended to hunt in the fields. They didn’t particularly like being apart and neither sought out reason to leave the other for too long or too far. Shaking his head to clear it, T’bia picked up his basket and made his way towards the laundry room, greeting a couple of people in passing but otherwise keeping to himself.
Bumping the door way open with his hip, T’bia entered the steamy laundry room and glanced around, surprised that it appeared to be empty. Shrugging to himself, T’bia made his way to the far end of the room, and filled up one of the large barrels with hot water from the pump, thankful for the Weyrs internal plumbing and the volcano heating the waters. He hadn’t realised that the Weyrs themselves had been set up like that until they moved there. It explained a lot about Katila! Smiling to himself, T’bia hummed as he got a large wooden spoon to stir the soap sand into the water, before adding the first of his items.
