25.Apr.18, 04:04 PM
By some miracle, the Smithcraft Hall was slowly coming around to the Weyrs and no longer being quite so hostile towards the dragonriders. Some of that likely had to do with the fact not too many Smiths were Kidnapped over the turns (apparently smithcraft wasn’t the most desired skill in Katila, as An’tell didn’t know too many others of his craft while living there). An’tell liked to think his efforts to encourage communication between the two groups had helped, but that may have been vanity on his part. Still, it was looking more like he might be able to be a smith and a dragonrider in the future, which he greatly looked forward to.
Towards that end, An’tell had stopped by the Smithcraft Hall earlier to continue smoothing over their relationship with the dragonriders. Once business there was finished, he’d stopped by Telgar Weyr to check in on a few friends before heading back to Fort. Of course, nothing could ever be that simple.
Okalinth is Rising.
An’tell stopped in the middle of the hallway he was walking through and sighed.
’Which means you’re chasing, I presume?’ He asked his dragon, knowing what the answer was going to be.
Of course.
An’tell sighed again as Erinath readied himself to fly, resigned to yet another Flight. He changed direction, headed further into the Weyr to where he could feel the Weyrwoman would be found, feeling the gentle but increasingly insistent touch of Erinath’s interest and lust making his limbs feel lighter and the day seem even better. Between his own good mood of the day and Erinath’s An’tell was almost certainly the least stressed he’d been in ages. Erinath’s lack of seriousness in Flights was nice sometimes, but An’tell still wished he’d actually win a gold someday.
’Are you going to catch her?’
An’tell could practically feel the mental shrug, an expression Erinath had picked up from watching humans, at the question.
That’s up to her. He said, and launched himself into the sky with a roar, announcing himself to Okalinth and his fellow chasers.
Towards that end, An’tell had stopped by the Smithcraft Hall earlier to continue smoothing over their relationship with the dragonriders. Once business there was finished, he’d stopped by Telgar Weyr to check in on a few friends before heading back to Fort. Of course, nothing could ever be that simple.
Okalinth is Rising.
An’tell stopped in the middle of the hallway he was walking through and sighed.
’Which means you’re chasing, I presume?’ He asked his dragon, knowing what the answer was going to be.
Of course.
An’tell sighed again as Erinath readied himself to fly, resigned to yet another Flight. He changed direction, headed further into the Weyr to where he could feel the Weyrwoman would be found, feeling the gentle but increasingly insistent touch of Erinath’s interest and lust making his limbs feel lighter and the day seem even better. Between his own good mood of the day and Erinath’s An’tell was almost certainly the least stressed he’d been in ages. Erinath’s lack of seriousness in Flights was nice sometimes, but An’tell still wished he’d actually win a gold someday.
’Are you going to catch her?’
An’tell could practically feel the mental shrug, an expression Erinath had picked up from watching humans, at the question.
That’s up to her. He said, and launched himself into the sky with a roar, announcing himself to Okalinth and his fellow chasers.