18.Sep.20, 12:11 AM
“I’ll send one tonight,” B’kit promised. He’d been meaning to write to R’dal anyway.
With the mention of candidacy, Kitt grinned. “So you were Searched, huh? How are you adjusting to Weyr life so far? Scandalized yet?” He laughed, teasing a bit. But like many young riders, he couldn’t resist talking about his dragon.
“We Impressed just over a Turn ago,” B’kit said, scratching Erebuth’s eye ridge affectionately, and smiling as the blue murmured sleepy appreciation. “He’s smallish for a blue, but more than makes up for it with his gumption. Utterly fearless in the air.” Not knowing the other well, he didn’t want to dwell on Erebuth’s rough start or general health
They talked a bit about candidate classes and pointers on who Corvilis could turn to for help while adjusting to life in the Weyr. Kitt felt a firelizard perch lightly on him and stretch down his back, and figured it was just Nutmeg being silly till he felt a slight tugging at his belt pouch. It had some decorative baubles on the strings, which had attracted the attention of an unknown flit.
He laughed and disentangled the cords from its claws. “Hello there, little sticky-claws. Who might you be?” The lizard looked like it was debating trying to fly off or pop between, till he pulled out a treat from his pocket and held it out. He’d gotten in the habit of keeping some around for rewarding Nutty or his friends’ firelizards when they delivered messages. “It’s less shiny, I know, but much tastier than those beads.”
With the mention of candidacy, Kitt grinned. “So you were Searched, huh? How are you adjusting to Weyr life so far? Scandalized yet?” He laughed, teasing a bit. But like many young riders, he couldn’t resist talking about his dragon.
“We Impressed just over a Turn ago,” B’kit said, scratching Erebuth’s eye ridge affectionately, and smiling as the blue murmured sleepy appreciation. “He’s smallish for a blue, but more than makes up for it with his gumption. Utterly fearless in the air.” Not knowing the other well, he didn’t want to dwell on Erebuth’s rough start or general health
They talked a bit about candidate classes and pointers on who Corvilis could turn to for help while adjusting to life in the Weyr. Kitt felt a firelizard perch lightly on him and stretch down his back, and figured it was just Nutmeg being silly till he felt a slight tugging at his belt pouch. It had some decorative baubles on the strings, which had attracted the attention of an unknown flit.
He laughed and disentangled the cords from its claws. “Hello there, little sticky-claws. Who might you be?” The lizard looked like it was debating trying to fly off or pop between, till he pulled out a treat from his pocket and held it out. He’d gotten in the habit of keeping some around for rewarding Nutty or his friends’ firelizards when they delivered messages. “It’s less shiny, I know, but much tastier than those beads.”