26.Aug.19, 12:52 PM
Kitt’s eyebrow arched as Matrim explained his presence and smiled smugly about the ‘learning opportunity’ provided by the weyrlings. He’d never appreciated arrogance, and coming from a candidate it was particularly offensive. Which search dragon thought someone like that would make a good rider, he wondered. Granted, people could change, but something about this young man rubbed him the wrong way.
“You’ll find they’re rather different crafts. Since dragons aren’t beasts.” He replied somewhat cooly. “But we can always do with more dragonhealers. Too much knowledge has been lost over the Turns.”
Erebuth fidgeted, picking up on the tension in his rider’s voice. He also didn’t like how the firelizard was chittering at him. Why is Nutmeg on his shoulder and acting like he doesn’t know me? And when did he become fat?
B’kit stifled a laugh and patted the blue’s neck as the message was broadcast across the lake unintentionally. “That isn’t Nutty, Erebuth. He’s Matrim’s brown. And it’s rude to call someone fat.” Even if he did agree with the blue that the lizard was rather rolly-polly.
“You’ll find they’re rather different crafts. Since dragons aren’t beasts.” He replied somewhat cooly. “But we can always do with more dragonhealers. Too much knowledge has been lost over the Turns.”
Erebuth fidgeted, picking up on the tension in his rider’s voice. He also didn’t like how the firelizard was chittering at him. Why is Nutmeg on his shoulder and acting like he doesn’t know me? And when did he become fat?
B’kit stifled a laugh and patted the blue’s neck as the message was broadcast across the lake unintentionally. “That isn’t Nutty, Erebuth. He’s Matrim’s brown. And it’s rude to call someone fat.” Even if he did agree with the blue that the lizard was rather rolly-polly.