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29.Jun.20, 03:13 AM
Quinvalis loved watching the dragons as they played in the air, gliding and twirling and even dropping before catching themselves again. It looked so effortless and fun and... free. Sometimes he was a bit envious of the way they could get away from it all, even if only for a few minutes before their rider called them back down or they blinked away on an errand. Most of the time, however, they were just a joy to watch and he would find a quiet place to sit and enjoy the show whether it be a lesson for the young weyrlings or an older dragon stretching the wings.
Malvayth was one of his favourites to watch lately. Everyone teased the gold from the moment she hatched for being so round and he'd heard from whisperings at meals that she was pretty dumb as well but it seemed like she was at least filling out nicely--and he hoped the rumours were false and she was intelligent. Maybe she was just young and innocent. He knew she liked games, at least early on when she couldn't control her volume and announced to everyone nearby she wanted to play. He had yet to try speaking to her and her rider to form his own opinions.
Until now.
He saw the pretty gold head to the pond for a soaking and it seemed like Cazan was putting away whatever she had been working on to bring out the easily recognised oiling supplies. Maybe he could offer his assistance and try for an actual conversation. R'nya had been nudging him lately to get out a bit more and Quinvalis knew he was right. He had been kind of hiding since the Hatching that left him torn up and with scars he'd never get rid of or forget since they were on his arms as a constant reminder of almost dying for a second time. He didn't blame the dragon as the energetic baby was excited and frightened when they tangled but that didn't mean he had been ready to Stand again at Iliyth's Hatching. His physical scars had healed well enough (thanks to Indivara scaring the hell out of him with her own vicious scars) and weren't too deep and ugly but the mental scarring had been harder to overcome. He wasn't ready to Stand and he wasn't always ready to be around people as he knew they would whisper and gossip about him.
But Cazan seemed nice and she was alone so he could handle one person and her happy dragon. He hoped. He was about to find out as his feet made the trek from his perch to where the goldrider was. He hesitated as he got closer and pulled at his sleeves to make sure his arms were covered, and after a deep intake and release of breath, he continued on, stopping a respectful few feet away.
"Hi, Cazan," Quinvalis was proud of himself for getting her name out but now he had no idea about what to say. This was why he avoided people. F'drel didn't expect conversation so that was nice and easy and Aederyn had intimidated him for a while but he liked her and was used to her now. But with Cazan he only knew from gossip and that everyone's moral compass T'ryn liked her so Quinvalis had decided she had to be nice. He hadn't even seen her Impress thanks to being unconscious.
"Malvayth's flying is very impressive," he smiled as he said it but then faltered as he realised how lame that sounded and sighed. "I mean, it is and I like watching her but that was an awkward start to our meeting, wasn't it? Anyway, I'm Quinvalis and you probably know me better as the guy that was ripped to shreds at the Hatching and I just wanted to compliment her and maybe even offer to help with the oiling. I don't even have to talk. I know where my weakness lies." He laughed lightly at himself. Self-deprecating humour came pretty easily to him.
Malvayth was one of his favourites to watch lately. Everyone teased the gold from the moment she hatched for being so round and he'd heard from whisperings at meals that she was pretty dumb as well but it seemed like she was at least filling out nicely--and he hoped the rumours were false and she was intelligent. Maybe she was just young and innocent. He knew she liked games, at least early on when she couldn't control her volume and announced to everyone nearby she wanted to play. He had yet to try speaking to her and her rider to form his own opinions.
Until now.
He saw the pretty gold head to the pond for a soaking and it seemed like Cazan was putting away whatever she had been working on to bring out the easily recognised oiling supplies. Maybe he could offer his assistance and try for an actual conversation. R'nya had been nudging him lately to get out a bit more and Quinvalis knew he was right. He had been kind of hiding since the Hatching that left him torn up and with scars he'd never get rid of or forget since they were on his arms as a constant reminder of almost dying for a second time. He didn't blame the dragon as the energetic baby was excited and frightened when they tangled but that didn't mean he had been ready to Stand again at Iliyth's Hatching. His physical scars had healed well enough (thanks to Indivara scaring the hell out of him with her own vicious scars) and weren't too deep and ugly but the mental scarring had been harder to overcome. He wasn't ready to Stand and he wasn't always ready to be around people as he knew they would whisper and gossip about him.
But Cazan seemed nice and she was alone so he could handle one person and her happy dragon. He hoped. He was about to find out as his feet made the trek from his perch to where the goldrider was. He hesitated as he got closer and pulled at his sleeves to make sure his arms were covered, and after a deep intake and release of breath, he continued on, stopping a respectful few feet away.
"Hi, Cazan," Quinvalis was proud of himself for getting her name out but now he had no idea about what to say. This was why he avoided people. F'drel didn't expect conversation so that was nice and easy and Aederyn had intimidated him for a while but he liked her and was used to her now. But with Cazan he only knew from gossip and that everyone's moral compass T'ryn liked her so Quinvalis had decided she had to be nice. He hadn't even seen her Impress thanks to being unconscious.
"Malvayth's flying is very impressive," he smiled as he said it but then faltered as he realised how lame that sounded and sighed. "I mean, it is and I like watching her but that was an awkward start to our meeting, wasn't it? Anyway, I'm Quinvalis and you probably know me better as the guy that was ripped to shreds at the Hatching and I just wanted to compliment her and maybe even offer to help with the oiling. I don't even have to talk. I know where my weakness lies." He laughed lightly at himself. Self-deprecating humour came pretty easily to him.
