16.Feb.21, 03:07 AM
Being hissed at made Teraseth’s eyes widen slightly, but he remained where he was, and kept watching Pharalth. His brother was interesting, if fussy.
“I guess,” Zh’yan said, half shrugging and looking over at Teraseth. “You don’t think he’s too quiet?” Not that Teraseth was silent; Zh’yan could feel him, could feel his curiosity towards Pharalth and V’lis, could feel just the bare edges of hunger at the edge of his consciousness—he’d probably see about getting Teraseth fed again after he’d finished this conversation, as much as it could be called one—but he didn’t actively communicate as much as some of the other dragonets did.
Not that he actually thought there was anything wrong with Teraseth, just that maybe he was a little odd. He hadn’t been at the Weyrs long, but he was getting the impression (hah) that all dragons were a little odd.
“I guess,” Zh’yan said, half shrugging and looking over at Teraseth. “You don’t think he’s too quiet?” Not that Teraseth was silent; Zh’yan could feel him, could feel his curiosity towards Pharalth and V’lis, could feel just the bare edges of hunger at the edge of his consciousness—he’d probably see about getting Teraseth fed again after he’d finished this conversation, as much as it could be called one—but he didn’t actively communicate as much as some of the other dragonets did.
Not that he actually thought there was anything wrong with Teraseth, just that maybe he was a little odd. He hadn’t been at the Weyrs long, but he was getting the impression (hah) that all dragons were a little odd.