13.Dec.20, 03:12 AM
Frowning somewhat at the thought, T’pel offered the girl a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t sure who exactly she was talking about, but he had a couple of ideas on who it might be. There were a number of young bronzeriders close to their age that had the eyes of nearly every girl in all the open Weyrs. “Well, he’s a fool to have ignored you.”
He snorted at her self-depreciating remark and gave a small shake with another squeeze. “You are not and idiot. If anything, that would be me for not getting a rail set up first thing. Ky even commented on how problematic it could be when we settled in this morning. That should have been the first thing I fixed.” He shook his head at his oversight. Tomorrow. He’d get it done tomorrow for sure. He blushed at her comment on his ‘gallantry’, and giggled, flushing red. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You hit your head pretty hard, and if anything happened, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”
He was quiet then, contemplating. News of a lost rider or dragon was always horrible…he didn’t want to imagine how the day would be if she’d drowned, or, what could be worse, if Tizalth had betweened in panic thinking her rider had died, leaving Kestra with an empty place in her mind and heart…all over slipping on a stupid ledge. He grunted unhappily at the thought, shifting subconsciously to hold her closer.
You are troubled…She is here. She is well. You need not worry. His brown prodded him gently away from such dark thoughts and he sighed, glad to have his dragon’s reassurances.
“If you were going to slip off of a weyr ledge, I’m glad it was mine.” He stopped, not sure the wording was what he’d intended. “Well…not glad you slipped—I’m glad I was there to help, I mean…”
He snorted at her self-depreciating remark and gave a small shake with another squeeze. “You are not and idiot. If anything, that would be me for not getting a rail set up first thing. Ky even commented on how problematic it could be when we settled in this morning. That should have been the first thing I fixed.” He shook his head at his oversight. Tomorrow. He’d get it done tomorrow for sure. He blushed at her comment on his ‘gallantry’, and giggled, flushing red. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You hit your head pretty hard, and if anything happened, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”
He was quiet then, contemplating. News of a lost rider or dragon was always horrible…he didn’t want to imagine how the day would be if she’d drowned, or, what could be worse, if Tizalth had betweened in panic thinking her rider had died, leaving Kestra with an empty place in her mind and heart…all over slipping on a stupid ledge. He grunted unhappily at the thought, shifting subconsciously to hold her closer.
You are troubled…She is here. She is well. You need not worry. His brown prodded him gently away from such dark thoughts and he sighed, glad to have his dragon’s reassurances.
“If you were going to slip off of a weyr ledge, I’m glad it was mine.” He stopped, not sure the wording was what he’d intended. “Well…not glad you slipped—I’m glad I was there to help, I mean…”