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08.Jun.18, 04:16 AM
Ayontay was busy scrubbing down Shadow, concentrating on the task and nothing else about the night when Madiquel’s softly spoken question came. He frowned, not sure he wanted to answer that. He was kind of superstitious, which he knew was silly and just all in his head; like speaking something out loud would make it true or jinx him from ever getting it. Yet, there had to be some truth behind them, right? How else would they come into play? Still, Madiquel was his best friend and she didn’t ask for details like that too often, mostly because she didn’t like it being turned back on her and getting asked when she would start Standing. As much as Ayontay had fantasized about them Impressing at the same Hatching and being awesome riders together, he understood why she hesitated and likely would have in her shoes.
He shrugged, still not sure what to say. In truth, he had thought about it a bit but never lingered too long on the idea. Again, he didn’t want to jinx it but a large portion of him wasn’t sure he’d even Impress. Just because he was weyrbred with a dragonrider for a father and one sibling had Impressed didn’t mean he would. With his luck, Benden would Impress before he did and his youngest brother couldn’t even start Standing for four more years.
“I’d be happy with anything,” he answered quietly and truthfully, though brown had never really appealed to him as much as the other colours. He finished up washing Shadow’s tail and gave the firelizard a nudge to let him know he could hop back in the water and rinse off. He watched for a moment as Shadow returned to splashing around as he considered the question again and what to tell Madiquel. Some of his real answer lingered too closely to what bothered him about that night. He urged Shadow closer again so he could start dribbling water over his head and rubbing away the remnants of soapsand from his little body.
“T’ryn and Syrendryth are so amazing. I could never be a bronzerider but it’d be kind of cool to be like them,” he wouldn’t admit it, though a blush would likely give him away, but Ayontay kind of hero worshipped his big brother and wouldn’t have minded following in his footsteps. He didn’t really want to be a Weyrleader or Wingleader though, so what else could he do on bronze?
He fell silent again as he convinced Shadow to get back out of the water so he could dry off and be oiled. “I thought maybe blue would be nice… you know, like my dad. But…” But what? Why didn’t he like that idea as much as he had the day before or since he was old enough to Stand or since R’nd approached him and said he wanted to include him in his life? That stupid kiss really messed him up. He actually hadn’t minded that he looked so much like his dad and thought it was kind of funny that the bluerider had never noticed it before. But the comparison to their looks and the assumption he’d be fine with a random person kissing him just rubbed him wrong.
“But I’m not R’nd!” He didn’t necessarily yell the declaration but it was a bit more forceful than was possibly needed. “I look like him but I’m not sleeping with everyone. Not that I even care that he does, or did, that. Everyone loves him and he’s not horrible to anyone but that’s him and I’m… I’m just me.” Ayontay slumped in defeat as he realised he really was just himself and not very important. With a sigh, he grabbed the bottle of oil with caused Shadow to turn from his croon of concern to a trill of excitement, earning a small smile.
He shrugged, still not sure what to say. In truth, he had thought about it a bit but never lingered too long on the idea. Again, he didn’t want to jinx it but a large portion of him wasn’t sure he’d even Impress. Just because he was weyrbred with a dragonrider for a father and one sibling had Impressed didn’t mean he would. With his luck, Benden would Impress before he did and his youngest brother couldn’t even start Standing for four more years.
“I’d be happy with anything,” he answered quietly and truthfully, though brown had never really appealed to him as much as the other colours. He finished up washing Shadow’s tail and gave the firelizard a nudge to let him know he could hop back in the water and rinse off. He watched for a moment as Shadow returned to splashing around as he considered the question again and what to tell Madiquel. Some of his real answer lingered too closely to what bothered him about that night. He urged Shadow closer again so he could start dribbling water over his head and rubbing away the remnants of soapsand from his little body.
“T’ryn and Syrendryth are so amazing. I could never be a bronzerider but it’d be kind of cool to be like them,” he wouldn’t admit it, though a blush would likely give him away, but Ayontay kind of hero worshipped his big brother and wouldn’t have minded following in his footsteps. He didn’t really want to be a Weyrleader or Wingleader though, so what else could he do on bronze?
He fell silent again as he convinced Shadow to get back out of the water so he could dry off and be oiled. “I thought maybe blue would be nice… you know, like my dad. But…” But what? Why didn’t he like that idea as much as he had the day before or since he was old enough to Stand or since R’nd approached him and said he wanted to include him in his life? That stupid kiss really messed him up. He actually hadn’t minded that he looked so much like his dad and thought it was kind of funny that the bluerider had never noticed it before. But the comparison to their looks and the assumption he’d be fine with a random person kissing him just rubbed him wrong.
“But I’m not R’nd!” He didn’t necessarily yell the declaration but it was a bit more forceful than was possibly needed. “I look like him but I’m not sleeping with everyone. Not that I even care that he does, or did, that. Everyone loves him and he’s not horrible to anyone but that’s him and I’m… I’m just me.” Ayontay slumped in defeat as he realised he really was just himself and not very important. With a sigh, he grabbed the bottle of oil with caused Shadow to turn from his croon of concern to a trill of excitement, earning a small smile.
