06.Jul.21, 08:50 PM
How long had it been since he actually Stood for a hatching on purpose? Rhamnus- Rh'us didn't think it was quite ten years, but definitely more than five. So at least he'd heard the spiel before, sort of remembered what he was supposed to do. But still, Rhamn-Rh'us the bronze's voice smoothly said in an even and cultured tone that was far more patient than Rham-Rh'us. The healer, already quite disgruntled, whirled around to glare at the dragonet still following him. "What?!"
You are Rh'us now. I'm helping you remember, came the almost frustratingly calm reply. Hispidath knew that his man was still agitated and confused and didn't really mean to lash out at him, and so he forgave his grumpiness for the moment, even if it was very, very hard while he was so terribly hungry. To that end, Rha-Rh'us.
With a long and weary sigh, the healer-turned-weyrling bronzerider grabbed a bucket of meat that Hispidath greedily shoved his face into. "I don't... how... it doesn't even make sense." I like it. "But you're pronouncing it like 'ruse' wouldn't it make more sense to say-" No. You are Rh'us, it makes sense to me and I like it and you are mine and you don't have to be so angry about it.
The bronze lifted his head just long enough to gently give his precious rider a nuzzle before getting back to feeding himself. Rh'us sighed, and reached down to gently pat Hispidath's head. "We're going to have to have a talk and figure this out later... when you're less hungry and I can think straight."
Hispidath let out a soft grumbling grunt that squelched around a mouthful of food as his only reply. With a shake of his head, Rh'us looked around and spotted a familiar face heading over. He gave L'gan a tired nod in acknowledgement. "Well... here we are. And this is... mine. I guess. Hispidath." The bronze lifted his bloody muzzle out of the bucket again to study their visitor for a moment before plainly stating, He's Rh'us. Like ruse. And he's mine. With that over with and his rider unable to try and forget his name again, Hispidath shoved his head back into the bucket.
You are Rh'us now. I'm helping you remember, came the almost frustratingly calm reply. Hispidath knew that his man was still agitated and confused and didn't really mean to lash out at him, and so he forgave his grumpiness for the moment, even if it was very, very hard while he was so terribly hungry. To that end, Rha-Rh'us.
With a long and weary sigh, the healer-turned-weyrling bronzerider grabbed a bucket of meat that Hispidath greedily shoved his face into. "I don't... how... it doesn't even make sense." I like it. "But you're pronouncing it like 'ruse' wouldn't it make more sense to say-" No. You are Rh'us, it makes sense to me and I like it and you are mine and you don't have to be so angry about it.
The bronze lifted his head just long enough to gently give his precious rider a nuzzle before getting back to feeding himself. Rh'us sighed, and reached down to gently pat Hispidath's head. "We're going to have to have a talk and figure this out later... when you're less hungry and I can think straight."
Hispidath let out a soft grumbling grunt that squelched around a mouthful of food as his only reply. With a shake of his head, Rh'us looked around and spotted a familiar face heading over. He gave L'gan a tired nod in acknowledgement. "Well... here we are. And this is... mine. I guess. Hispidath." The bronze lifted his bloody muzzle out of the bucket again to study their visitor for a moment before plainly stating, He's Rh'us. Like ruse. And he's mine. With that over with and his rider unable to try and forget his name again, Hispidath shoved his head back into the bucket.