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06.Jul.13, 03:30 AM
N'kal had not had more than a few drinks of wine to celebrate Turns End with the rest of the weyr then had made his way back to his hut for as much peace and quiet as he was going to get. Turns End didn't mean much to him these days, just another Turn to drag his sorry carcass through. He had declined a few drunken invitations to share his bed with apologies and directions to where the drunken riders were all standing around singing and dancing with harpers. He had no desire to share his bed with anyone, preferring as always to sleep alone. Liar..I know your mind too well, I know what you think... , had said, a little too knowingly and far too amused. N'kal had ignored him and gone about his business to his hut, attempting not to think of said person so as not to give his rather obnoxious dragon more ammunition with which to tease him relentlessly.
It should have been no surprise for the bronze rider that when the green dragons call went out he had already been woken by Torath, who had very sharply and excitedly woke him with a bellowing shout to his head.Hatching!!! Hatching N'kal!!! The Hatching has started!! Hurry up N'kal! N'kal are you awake!? WAKE UP!!!
N'kal flew off his bed with a rather loud yell and stood up so quickly from the shock of Torath's voice that he tripped over his own boots and fell over, smacking his forehead on the floor, when he failed to move his arms fast enough to fully catch himself, giving himself even more of a headache then Torath's echoing words had caused, with an added soon to be colorful, pained lump. Curses upon curses flew, rather loudly, both verbally and mentally in Torath's direct. Torath had the decency to wait for his flailing, now obviously well awake rider, to stop cussing before saying,"Oh good! You are awake!! The eggs are hatching!! Come join us on the sands!" , then was gone just that quickly. Sadly the next thing he had heard was the bellow of a green dragon telling him the same damn thing. "Yes I get it!! The damn eggs are hatching!!! Faranth take you all!!", though he didn't mean a word of it as he was dressed in a flash, head throbbing as it was, jug, not a cup, of klah in his hand as he hurriedly made his way toward the hatching ground, gulping down the liquid as best he could without spilling it all over himself.
Torath of course, did not understand how his rider, today of all days, could be upset with him for being excited and wishing his bonded to share this with him. He was sitting, proud as could be, and even in a cheerful mood, as he hummed along with his fellow dragons, swirling eyes on Okalinath and their eggs. He turned those eyes on the candidates as they walked in, some more sluggishly than others, and gave a cheerful croon to them all then went back to giving all his attention to Okalinath until he felt N'kal enter the sands.I am truly sorry, but you needed to wake up!! Forgive me? , said instantly in apology for his less then characteristic manner of waking his rider. Couldn't really stay mad at you today now could I?, he answered with a grin as he moved to where Torath was. It was then that the bronze saw the damage to his rider. Oh N'kal!! Did I do that?! N'kal blinked and looked up at his dragon from the leg he had jumped up on and sat on. No bud! The floor got pissed off I stood on it so early and punched me in the face....
Had he been able to manage it, Torath would have given his rider the most bored look ever.You are not funny N'kal... , he replied rather un-amused at having his concern thrown back at him. I know...but your question wasn't either. He patted his dragons leg after rubbing said knot on his forehead, and sent him reassuring thoughts of love and settled himself in the crook of Torath's elbow and watched the rocking eggs. Try not to jump up and throw me yeah?, he teased Torath, to which he rumbled in his humming and lifted his leg playfully, before settling to watch the eggs as N'kal laughed.
It should have been no surprise for the bronze rider that when the green dragons call went out he had already been woken by Torath, who had very sharply and excitedly woke him with a bellowing shout to his head.
N'kal flew off his bed with a rather loud yell and stood up so quickly from the shock of Torath's voice that he tripped over his own boots and fell over, smacking his forehead on the floor, when he failed to move his arms fast enough to fully catch himself, giving himself even more of a headache then Torath's echoing words had caused, with an added soon to be colorful, pained lump. Curses upon curses flew, rather loudly, both verbally and mentally in Torath's direct. Torath had the decency to wait for his flailing, now obviously well awake rider, to stop cussing before saying,
Torath of course, did not understand how his rider, today of all days, could be upset with him for being excited and wishing his bonded to share this with him. He was sitting, proud as could be, and even in a cheerful mood, as he hummed along with his fellow dragons, swirling eyes on Okalinath and their eggs. He turned those eyes on the candidates as they walked in, some more sluggishly than others, and gave a cheerful croon to them all then went back to giving all his attention to Okalinath until he felt N'kal enter the sands.
Had he been able to manage it, Torath would have given his rider the most bored look ever.
