12.Aug.19, 12:25 AM
As a former Harper, J’shom adored Gathers. Unfortunately, in recent turns he’d been unable to attend them as often as he used to. Some of that was due to all the Gathers he missed while he was on the Southern Continent, but it was also a result of having a sometimes temperamental green dragon. Siolilth, dear girl, could be a mercurial thing and when she got herself into a mood it was nearly impossible to get her to do anything she didn’t want. And for about five days, including both days of the Telgar Gather, Siolilth had decided she must be alone at all times, not wanting to go anywhere she’d have to interact with anyone other than him. It wasn’t quite yet time for her to be proddy, besides, that tended to make her overly social, not avoidant of others. No, it was just her own odd self deciding all company was bad and no one could share space with her; not without getting snapped at, at least. This sort of thing happened sometimes. She just had awful timing.
J’shom would have loved to have attended the Gather, but Siolilth was immovable, and while he was almost positive she wouldn’t be Flying for another month, it didn’t hurt to be cautious about these things. A Flight at a Gather would be terribly awkward and complicated, and J’shom figured it was better not to risk it, even if he could have convinced Siolilth to go anywhere near so many people. At least a few days later Siolilth’s mood had righted itself, and when someone knocked on their door she turned her head in the direction of the door beyond the stone wall curiously, instead of ready to chew someone out.
“Who is it, dear?” J’shom asked her, folding the corner of the page he was on and standing up from where he leaned against his dragon. Beckitt, Siolilth said, gently brushing the edges of the person at the door, sending an image of the Candidate back to J’shom. She liked Beckitt alright, which J’shom took to mean the boy was unlikely to Impress bronze. That was hardly a problem, in J’shom’s mind, but it was sometimes awkward as a Searchrider with a very opinionated dragon when it came to having a guess what color they’d Impress. Some boys didn’t take kindly to hearing they were likely to Impress a green dragon. Beckitt was, thankfully, not one of those, and J’shom knew the cheerful young man would be ecstatic about whatever color dragon he Impressed. A good mindset, really. Made it less likely you would be crushed with disappointment.
He crossed his weyr, dropping his book on his dining table as he passed through the main room to the door, pulling it open to smile at his guest.
“Hello, Little Bird. To what do I owe this visit?” J’shom said, stepping aside and gesturing for Beckitt to come inside.
J’shom would have loved to have attended the Gather, but Siolilth was immovable, and while he was almost positive she wouldn’t be Flying for another month, it didn’t hurt to be cautious about these things. A Flight at a Gather would be terribly awkward and complicated, and J’shom figured it was better not to risk it, even if he could have convinced Siolilth to go anywhere near so many people. At least a few days later Siolilth’s mood had righted itself, and when someone knocked on their door she turned her head in the direction of the door beyond the stone wall curiously, instead of ready to chew someone out.
“Who is it, dear?” J’shom asked her, folding the corner of the page he was on and standing up from where he leaned against his dragon. Beckitt, Siolilth said, gently brushing the edges of the person at the door, sending an image of the Candidate back to J’shom. She liked Beckitt alright, which J’shom took to mean the boy was unlikely to Impress bronze. That was hardly a problem, in J’shom’s mind, but it was sometimes awkward as a Searchrider with a very opinionated dragon when it came to having a guess what color they’d Impress. Some boys didn’t take kindly to hearing they were likely to Impress a green dragon. Beckitt was, thankfully, not one of those, and J’shom knew the cheerful young man would be ecstatic about whatever color dragon he Impressed. A good mindset, really. Made it less likely you would be crushed with disappointment.
He crossed his weyr, dropping his book on his dining table as he passed through the main room to the door, pulling it open to smile at his guest.
“Hello, Little Bird. To what do I owe this visit?” J’shom said, stepping aside and gesturing for Beckitt to come inside.