16.Nov.20, 01:09 PM
The view from the ledge is excellent. The brown rumbled in his throat as he stretched, scraping his claws across the stone, sending a few loose stones skittering and tumbling into the lake below. Kyrionth tilted his head as he watched them. Hm…We’ll have to watch Taydi. He could fall if he isn’t careful.
They hadn’t gotten one of the most coveted weyrs, but it was certainly good for them. It was at the far end of the bowl from the queens’ weyrs and Sands, and away from the always-busy lower caverns. It was quieter, but a longer walk to get anywhere if Ky didn’t fly them down. Most everyone else wanted to be closer to where everything was happening, but they were content away from the action. T’pel patted the brown on the shoulder to get him to move a bit, looking down at the water. Yeah, that could be a problem. I might rig up some kind of railing…
Taydarell had been dropped off in the bowl that morning with the creche group, and hadn’t even seen their weyr yet. But, knowing the kid, he wouldn’t give a thought to safety and would charge up the steps, slip, and end up skidding right off the other side. The last thing he wanted was to be fishing his brother out of the Weyr lake. At least they weren’t too high up, if anything did happen…
Turning back into the entrance, he made his way inside, slinging his trunk up on his bed. He put his brothers trunk on the other bed in the sleeping chamber, realizing with a bittersweet smile that he wouldn’t be sharing the space for long. Taydi was already twelve, and as soon as there were eggs on the Sands, he’d be moved to the candidates’ barracks. It would be nice to have the space to himself, though.
It’ll be just you and me, T’pel. Kyrionth said, twisting his neck to gaze fondly back at his rider from his place on the ledge.
T’pel smiled warmly in return. I’m going to head down to the lower caverns and grab some lunch
I’ll take you. The brown stood and worked his shoulders, offering a foreleg for his rider. The straps had been removed with the chests, but it was only a short ride down to the bowl. No sense in strapping up for such a trip. Thanks! He launched himself to Ky’s back and the brown dipped off of the ledge and glided down to the bowl, letting his rider slide free before taking to the sky once more, in search of a good sunning spot big enough to stretch out his massive wings.
The dining hall was bustling with people. It didn’t take much sniffing to find the hearth where the klah waited. It wasn’t his favorite blend, that was packed away in his chest, but this would do for now. Pouring a cup, he located the table with cream and various other additives. At his elbow, someone asked for the cream and he absently passed it to the girl. Wait… He recognized the green rider from Ista! They hadn’t been particular friends, or even acquaintances, really, but he remembered her from around the Weyr. He hadn’t known she had moved, too. It was nice to see a familiar face, even if it wasn’t one he knew very well. “Hey! Kestra…? Right?” He offered slowly, a slight smile quirking his lips.
They hadn’t gotten one of the most coveted weyrs, but it was certainly good for them. It was at the far end of the bowl from the queens’ weyrs and Sands, and away from the always-busy lower caverns. It was quieter, but a longer walk to get anywhere if Ky didn’t fly them down. Most everyone else wanted to be closer to where everything was happening, but they were content away from the action. T’pel patted the brown on the shoulder to get him to move a bit, looking down at the water. Yeah, that could be a problem. I might rig up some kind of railing…
Taydarell had been dropped off in the bowl that morning with the creche group, and hadn’t even seen their weyr yet. But, knowing the kid, he wouldn’t give a thought to safety and would charge up the steps, slip, and end up skidding right off the other side. The last thing he wanted was to be fishing his brother out of the Weyr lake. At least they weren’t too high up, if anything did happen…
Turning back into the entrance, he made his way inside, slinging his trunk up on his bed. He put his brothers trunk on the other bed in the sleeping chamber, realizing with a bittersweet smile that he wouldn’t be sharing the space for long. Taydi was already twelve, and as soon as there were eggs on the Sands, he’d be moved to the candidates’ barracks. It would be nice to have the space to himself, though.
It’ll be just you and me, T’pel. Kyrionth said, twisting his neck to gaze fondly back at his rider from his place on the ledge.
T’pel smiled warmly in return. I’m going to head down to the lower caverns and grab some lunch
I’ll take you. The brown stood and worked his shoulders, offering a foreleg for his rider. The straps had been removed with the chests, but it was only a short ride down to the bowl. No sense in strapping up for such a trip. Thanks! He launched himself to Ky’s back and the brown dipped off of the ledge and glided down to the bowl, letting his rider slide free before taking to the sky once more, in search of a good sunning spot big enough to stretch out his massive wings.
The dining hall was bustling with people. It didn’t take much sniffing to find the hearth where the klah waited. It wasn’t his favorite blend, that was packed away in his chest, but this would do for now. Pouring a cup, he located the table with cream and various other additives. At his elbow, someone asked for the cream and he absently passed it to the girl. Wait… He recognized the green rider from Ista! They hadn’t been particular friends, or even acquaintances, really, but he remembered her from around the Weyr. He hadn’t known she had moved, too. It was nice to see a familiar face, even if it wasn’t one he knew very well. “Hey! Kestra…? Right?” He offered slowly, a slight smile quirking his lips.