19.Dec.20, 02:58 PM
Quinvalis grinned and barely managed to hold back a laugh at the secret. He almost pointed out that ghosts weren’t real but he hated to crush Malvayth’s fun and Cazan wouldn’t believe him anyway. People were very set in their beliefs—just like he was set in his fear. He rested a hand on the tail surrounding him, appreciating the gesture for what it was. Hugs were always nice and sometimes he missed the ones from his mother despite his age and how much that made him a mama’s boy.
“I don’t think I’ll Stand for Aradissicath’s clutch but maybe I’ll try for yours.” He couldn’t make a complete promise but that was still a couple of months away and Malvayth was doing her best to make it a safe time for him so he owed her at least a little extra thought on the matter. Besides, what else was there for him if he didn’t become a dragonrider?
“Maybe I could work in the kitchen or help with cleaning. I used to help out at my uncle’s tavern with food prep and keeping the place clean. Mom got me harper lessons as well so I could help in the crèche and read to them and teach them some basic things.” He certainly didn’t have anything to go back to in Telgar. One side of the family had already taken away the farm that would have been his and the other side always seemed worried he would ask for more than he was due at the tavern. He really didn’t have anything but the Weyr and he was old enough to be forging his own path anyway. He couldn’t go back to his uncle now.
“I don’t think I’ll Stand for Aradissicath’s clutch but maybe I’ll try for yours.” He couldn’t make a complete promise but that was still a couple of months away and Malvayth was doing her best to make it a safe time for him so he owed her at least a little extra thought on the matter. Besides, what else was there for him if he didn’t become a dragonrider?
“Maybe I could work in the kitchen or help with cleaning. I used to help out at my uncle’s tavern with food prep and keeping the place clean. Mom got me harper lessons as well so I could help in the crèche and read to them and teach them some basic things.” He certainly didn’t have anything to go back to in Telgar. One side of the family had already taken away the farm that would have been his and the other side always seemed worried he would ask for more than he was due at the tavern. He really didn’t have anything but the Weyr and he was old enough to be forging his own path anyway. He couldn’t go back to his uncle now.