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11.Dec.18, 04:50 AM
T'ryn honestly felt silly for changing into the old and musty robe but it made Casa feel better and even he knew he had been and apparently still was whipped for the girl. He really didn't think the clothing would make a difference and figured enough time had passed to kill off anything that still lived on the skeleton in the cold weather. So when they dismounted from Thallyath --Syrendryth didn't care as he was resting in the warm Hatching Grounds and didn't want to share a ledge with all of them-- T'ryn didn't have as much fear running through him as Casa did.
He noticed her hesitation and didn't judge her for it; he simply smiled and walked for the entrance. He wasn't even going to take her hand and make her come in. She had been the one that was more worried about the consequences in this instance than he was --he was still convinced the Weyrleaders knew and let people come and study it-- and if she wanted to wait outside, that was fine with him. His curiosity wouldn't let him back out now, though.
As he entered the room with his little stone guiding the way, T'ryn gasped when the light finally reached the skeleton, illuminating it in such a way that it cast dancing shadows on it, making it seem like it still breathed. "Wow..." it was barely above a whisper and he couldn't think of anything else to say that was more eloquent and fit how he was feeling. It was so rare to see a dragon's skeleton, thanks to their ability to blink between just before death that T'ryn didn't know how he felt looking at this one. It was truly amazing to behold, knowing that this was what Syrendryth looked like under his beautiful hide but it was also rather depressing. This dragon had bonded to a human so long ago and now both were dead; or so he assumed, though the rider was likely just as crazy as the ex-riders he knew. This dragon also died from the plague that nearly wiped out the entire species and changed so much about the world.
Entranced, T'ryn sat down by the skull and laid a hand on it, like he did so regularly with his own dragon. A gentle touch filled with his love for the bronze giant because sometimes that was all that was needed to convey his feelings and thoughts. He did it now because no one else ever would again. "I'm so sorry, my nameless friend. You were loved and there must still be someone that thinks of you. I'll think of you now as well." His eyes started watering as he thought about what life was like back then and what this dragon was like and how he would have felt if that happened to Syrendryth. He shut his eyes, stroking the skull lightly as if he was petting the great beast that was still alive.
He wished there was a way to find out who this was. Wait, there was! The rider's name would potentially still be on the weyr's door from the hall. If he could find that, then there was a chance he could find who the rider was bonded to. Assuming anyone still remembered the name and Harper Hall would share the Impression records if not.
He noticed her hesitation and didn't judge her for it; he simply smiled and walked for the entrance. He wasn't even going to take her hand and make her come in. She had been the one that was more worried about the consequences in this instance than he was --he was still convinced the Weyrleaders knew and let people come and study it-- and if she wanted to wait outside, that was fine with him. His curiosity wouldn't let him back out now, though.
As he entered the room with his little stone guiding the way, T'ryn gasped when the light finally reached the skeleton, illuminating it in such a way that it cast dancing shadows on it, making it seem like it still breathed. "Wow..." it was barely above a whisper and he couldn't think of anything else to say that was more eloquent and fit how he was feeling. It was so rare to see a dragon's skeleton, thanks to their ability to blink between just before death that T'ryn didn't know how he felt looking at this one. It was truly amazing to behold, knowing that this was what Syrendryth looked like under his beautiful hide but it was also rather depressing. This dragon had bonded to a human so long ago and now both were dead; or so he assumed, though the rider was likely just as crazy as the ex-riders he knew. This dragon also died from the plague that nearly wiped out the entire species and changed so much about the world.
Entranced, T'ryn sat down by the skull and laid a hand on it, like he did so regularly with his own dragon. A gentle touch filled with his love for the bronze giant because sometimes that was all that was needed to convey his feelings and thoughts. He did it now because no one else ever would again. "I'm so sorry, my nameless friend. You were loved and there must still be someone that thinks of you. I'll think of you now as well." His eyes started watering as he thought about what life was like back then and what this dragon was like and how he would have felt if that happened to Syrendryth. He shut his eyes, stroking the skull lightly as if he was petting the great beast that was still alive.
He wished there was a way to find out who this was. Wait, there was! The rider's name would potentially still be on the weyr's door from the hall. If he could find that, then there was a chance he could find who the rider was bonded to. Assuming anyone still remembered the name and Harper Hall would share the Impression records if not.
