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18.Apr.18, 01:04 AM
T’ryn had opted not to go down to Katila when N’mor had, not caring that much about the time differences and the affect it might have. So what if he was tired a bit before his friend? He had had a date with Casa that he didn’t want to shuffle around. She had invited him out for a stroll through the marketplace before surprising him with a nice picnic late lunch. It was still a bit cool by Istan standards so their dragons reluctantly played shield to the wind, though T’ryn heard all about how fragile poor little Casa was that she couldn’t handle a gentle breeze and that Thallyath’s large bottom took up enough space that they could shelter by her without his assistance.
Now, however, was time to spend with N’mor and he couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t like they never saw each other as they did live in the same Weyr, but they both had growing lives outside of each other’s company and as much as that saddened T’ryn, it was also kind of thrilling. It was nice expanding his horizons and getting to know the right people might help him in the future with becoming a Wingleader. Mostly, though, they were both dating and that sadly took away some of their friendship time. Not that he’d ever let a relationship take over a friendship! T’ryn was very conscious of that fact and made sure none of his important relationships was negelected. And, T’ryn only assumed N’mor was also dating, given how his friend was sometimes hard to catch up with and seemed to have this interesting glow about him. It was hard to really pin point, but there were subtle changes but they worked for his fellow bronzerider. He just wish he knew who the lucky woman was so they could gossip and trade stories about their girlfriends. Maybe he’d use their day hunting to try asking questions. N’mor might be too focused on the hunt and actually answer.
As they emerged from between, T’ryn broke into a large smile. He loved the thrill of popping in and out of existence. He could see how some feared it and the off chance they might not come back out of the cold existence, but that added to the experience and he secretly liked that rush it gave him. He was still smiling as they landed after a lazy glide to the ground and a cheerful greeting from N’mor. He slid free from his dragon that wasn’t decked out in riding straps that morning. He had overslept, though he wasn’t late for their appointed meet up time, but T’ryn decided it being such a quick trip, it’d be a waste of precious time to go all out and gear up Syrendryth. He was living on the edge, it seemed.
“Sounds like a fun and profitable day awaits us,” he laughed as he adjusted the bow slung over his shoulder. While N’mor had learned to hunt with a spear out of necessity thanks to losing an arm, T’ryn preferred using a bow and arrow, something he had started using when he was much younger. Archery was actually something he quite enjoyed and realised how little he got to do it since moving North. He did a little hunting here and there but not as much as he could get away with living in Katila and before he Impressed.
He pulled his quiver of arrows out of his bag and slipped it on as well. The bag was adjusted to a more comfortable position and he grinned at N’mor, indicating he was ready to go. The bag had a couple of skeins of water and some snacks for them, along with a few other items that might be needed in an emergency. He was nothing if not prepared.
“Ready, Rhezalth? Sy’s been pretty excited about today and I know you love hunting as much as he does,” he strode up to the other bronze dragon and stroked Rhezalth’s side affectionately. He loved Syrendryth with all his heart but Rhezalth was just as special to him and he liked spending time with the dragon as much as he did the rider.
Now, however, was time to spend with N’mor and he couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t like they never saw each other as they did live in the same Weyr, but they both had growing lives outside of each other’s company and as much as that saddened T’ryn, it was also kind of thrilling. It was nice expanding his horizons and getting to know the right people might help him in the future with becoming a Wingleader. Mostly, though, they were both dating and that sadly took away some of their friendship time. Not that he’d ever let a relationship take over a friendship! T’ryn was very conscious of that fact and made sure none of his important relationships was negelected. And, T’ryn only assumed N’mor was also dating, given how his friend was sometimes hard to catch up with and seemed to have this interesting glow about him. It was hard to really pin point, but there were subtle changes but they worked for his fellow bronzerider. He just wish he knew who the lucky woman was so they could gossip and trade stories about their girlfriends. Maybe he’d use their day hunting to try asking questions. N’mor might be too focused on the hunt and actually answer.
As they emerged from between, T’ryn broke into a large smile. He loved the thrill of popping in and out of existence. He could see how some feared it and the off chance they might not come back out of the cold existence, but that added to the experience and he secretly liked that rush it gave him. He was still smiling as they landed after a lazy glide to the ground and a cheerful greeting from N’mor. He slid free from his dragon that wasn’t decked out in riding straps that morning. He had overslept, though he wasn’t late for their appointed meet up time, but T’ryn decided it being such a quick trip, it’d be a waste of precious time to go all out and gear up Syrendryth. He was living on the edge, it seemed.
“Sounds like a fun and profitable day awaits us,” he laughed as he adjusted the bow slung over his shoulder. While N’mor had learned to hunt with a spear out of necessity thanks to losing an arm, T’ryn preferred using a bow and arrow, something he had started using when he was much younger. Archery was actually something he quite enjoyed and realised how little he got to do it since moving North. He did a little hunting here and there but not as much as he could get away with living in Katila and before he Impressed.
He pulled his quiver of arrows out of his bag and slipped it on as well. The bag was adjusted to a more comfortable position and he grinned at N’mor, indicating he was ready to go. The bag had a couple of skeins of water and some snacks for them, along with a few other items that might be needed in an emergency. He was nothing if not prepared.
“Ready, Rhezalth? Sy’s been pretty excited about today and I know you love hunting as much as he does,” he strode up to the other bronze dragon and stroked Rhezalth’s side affectionately. He loved Syrendryth with all his heart but Rhezalth was just as special to him and he liked spending time with the dragon as much as he did the rider.
