11.Sep.19, 10:38 PM
Ista’s recent Hatching had been enlightening. Sh’dar didn’t particularly blame anyone for what happened - golds were peculiar creatures and did what they wanted. Though on the other end, blues should certainly be heavily encouraged to stay out of gold Flights, especially the younger ones. Golds did as they pleased, but blues could be controlled.
And on the topic of blues…one of his children had Impressed a blue at the Hatching, one one of only two blues - and three dragonets - that Impressed. If Sh’dar wasn’t mistaken - and he might be, he never was particularly good at keeping track of his children - B’kit was the oldest of his children born after the Plague, and the first to Impress since then as well. Sh’dar had missed having dragonrider children; he had such trouble relating to them unless they had dragons, he really did.
He has been relieved to receive the letter from his son. The two of them had never been particularly close - mostly they saw each other when Sh’dar visited some time around the boy’s birthday to drop off a generic gift he’d put far too much thought into for something so impersonal - but that didn’t mean Sh’dar didn’t care about him. Even if it was mostly in a vague, distant sort of way. In any case, when he received the letter Sh’dar had quickly sent a reply back with the firelizard to set up a visit.
Sh’dar would certainly never admit it but he was nervous about the meeting. He really was bad at emotional encounters, and hopefully it wouldn’t put off his son too much.
In the letter, B’kit had written instructions for where to find the Weyrlings - not in the usual barracks, interestingly - and when the bronze pair appeared above Ista they quickly identified the right ledge. Adraith gracefully landed on the stone and Sh’dar slid down from his back, greeting the loitering Assistant. It looked like the man had been reading something or other and had gotten up when he realized Adraith was headed for their ledge. It was mere moments more when his son appeared on the ledge.
“B’kit,” he said warmly, making sure to use his son’s new name, “congratulations. I’m proud of you.” Sh’dar smiled, though it may have been more stern and intimidating than he intended. And he was proud, absolutely. B’kit’s distress throughout the Hatching didn’t diminish his pride at all. He didn’t even think on it after the event itself - clearly on some level his son could sense his lifemate and how poorly the little blue had been doing in his shell. That would make any dragonrider a bit unreasonable, especially one who didn’t know what was going on - that the emotions weren’t all his. No, Sh’dar didn’t think poorly of his son for that at all.
“Where is your bonded?” Sh’dar asked, not seeing a blue dragonet behind B’kit or anywhere around the weyr. “I would like to meet him, if he is amenable.” Adraith hummed softly in agreement.
And on the topic of blues…one of his children had Impressed a blue at the Hatching, one one of only two blues - and three dragonets - that Impressed. If Sh’dar wasn’t mistaken - and he might be, he never was particularly good at keeping track of his children - B’kit was the oldest of his children born after the Plague, and the first to Impress since then as well. Sh’dar had missed having dragonrider children; he had such trouble relating to them unless they had dragons, he really did.
He has been relieved to receive the letter from his son. The two of them had never been particularly close - mostly they saw each other when Sh’dar visited some time around the boy’s birthday to drop off a generic gift he’d put far too much thought into for something so impersonal - but that didn’t mean Sh’dar didn’t care about him. Even if it was mostly in a vague, distant sort of way. In any case, when he received the letter Sh’dar had quickly sent a reply back with the firelizard to set up a visit.
Sh’dar would certainly never admit it but he was nervous about the meeting. He really was bad at emotional encounters, and hopefully it wouldn’t put off his son too much.
In the letter, B’kit had written instructions for where to find the Weyrlings - not in the usual barracks, interestingly - and when the bronze pair appeared above Ista they quickly identified the right ledge. Adraith gracefully landed on the stone and Sh’dar slid down from his back, greeting the loitering Assistant. It looked like the man had been reading something or other and had gotten up when he realized Adraith was headed for their ledge. It was mere moments more when his son appeared on the ledge.
“B’kit,” he said warmly, making sure to use his son’s new name, “congratulations. I’m proud of you.” Sh’dar smiled, though it may have been more stern and intimidating than he intended. And he was proud, absolutely. B’kit’s distress throughout the Hatching didn’t diminish his pride at all. He didn’t even think on it after the event itself - clearly on some level his son could sense his lifemate and how poorly the little blue had been doing in his shell. That would make any dragonrider a bit unreasonable, especially one who didn’t know what was going on - that the emotions weren’t all his. No, Sh’dar didn’t think poorly of his son for that at all.
“Where is your bonded?” Sh’dar asked, not seeing a blue dragonet behind B’kit or anywhere around the weyr. “I would like to meet him, if he is amenable.” Adraith hummed softly in agreement.