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24.Jul.12, 08:42 AM
Saquith's attitude was distinctly different to the three smaller dragons'. He didn't see why tonight was to be particularly entertaining or an 'evening of madness' as Ilveriath put it. It had been five months since the rainy explosion between the Brown and Bluepair and while Saquith didn't exactly remember the details unless N'gelt thought of them, there had been a great amount of uneasiness between Ilveriath and the Brownpair. It had eventually passed, but there were moments when Saquith remembered, when Ilveriath didn't respond quick enough and he would worry. Ilveriath was almost an idol to the Brown, he didn't want to lose the paternal figure as a companion again. To Saquith, that night five months ago had been madness and that was something he did not want a repeat of, even if he couldn't remember it properly.
He offered a small croon of greeting when Ayyonth and Larrikith landed. Hello. He sent, readjusting his wings as he watched the couple curl up together. His eyes whirled a yellowish green, reflecting his anxiousness at his fellow dragon's comments. Saquith didn't do a lot of associating with people or dragons, being so quiet and reserved he wasn't exactly the best companion to hold a conversation with. This lack of frequent socializing left him awkward and unhappy with being in the company of too many others at times, something that was definitely happening then.
Inside, N'gelt hadn't quite shown his face. Oh of course, being selected for Weyrsecond, well, it was only time until it happened. But I'shan had insisted on throwing a small, intimate dinner in his honour. At first this had seemed a great idea, his closest allies and friends would all gather to stroke his ego. Then came the time to gather those allies and friends... but I'shan seemed to have a different idea of who to invite in mind. Eventually they had compromised, R'nd could come along with an optional plus one invite. The majority of people that could withstand N'gelt well, they didn't run in I'shan's circles, nor did they particularly treat the Blue or Greenriders with much respect. It was a great sign of N'gelt's affection that he had opted for I'shan's circle, though he had refused any woman be allowed to enter.
This resulted in a very small party.
Grunting he stood from his bed, hearing R'nd and B'jin entering and being greeted by I'shan jovially. He would have a night of drinks with his own, much more tolerable friends another night. At least he could give R'nd points for turning up even after N'gelt had punched him at their first proper meeting. Well, if you could call N'gelt's drunken stumble home and demand for sex a proper meeting. Pushing his hair back off his face he approached the door, taking a deep breath as he prepared for what was probably going to be a very droll night.
N'gelt peered into the make-shift kitchen he had let I'shan set up, he wasn't exactly a cook and as such only had a room to store dried meats and ale that was now a kitchen. He raised an eyebrow in surprised approval, I'shan was managing well with the fire they had set up and it smelt delicious.
"This should become more permanent." He grunted to the Bluerider, so dutifully watching the stew.
Well. It was probably time to meet the guests who were here to celebrate his promotion.
Sighing N'gelt walked out into the main living room. "Hey," he greeted, giving the pair a brief nod before striding over to pick up a meatroll and sitting in a large armchair. Taking a bite he frowned a little and stared closer at the food, the glaze on it was unfamiliar to him. But it was good, very good. Of course, he wouldn't verbally acknowledge that, but the speed in which he consumed the first and started the second was more than enough proof.
He offered a small croon of greeting when Ayyonth and Larrikith landed. Hello. He sent, readjusting his wings as he watched the couple curl up together. His eyes whirled a yellowish green, reflecting his anxiousness at his fellow dragon's comments. Saquith didn't do a lot of associating with people or dragons, being so quiet and reserved he wasn't exactly the best companion to hold a conversation with. This lack of frequent socializing left him awkward and unhappy with being in the company of too many others at times, something that was definitely happening then.
Inside, N'gelt hadn't quite shown his face. Oh of course, being selected for Weyrsecond, well, it was only time until it happened. But I'shan had insisted on throwing a small, intimate dinner in his honour. At first this had seemed a great idea, his closest allies and friends would all gather to stroke his ego. Then came the time to gather those allies and friends... but I'shan seemed to have a different idea of who to invite in mind. Eventually they had compromised, R'nd could come along with an optional plus one invite. The majority of people that could withstand N'gelt well, they didn't run in I'shan's circles, nor did they particularly treat the Blue or Greenriders with much respect. It was a great sign of N'gelt's affection that he had opted for I'shan's circle, though he had refused any woman be allowed to enter.
This resulted in a very small party.
Grunting he stood from his bed, hearing R'nd and B'jin entering and being greeted by I'shan jovially. He would have a night of drinks with his own, much more tolerable friends another night. At least he could give R'nd points for turning up even after N'gelt had punched him at their first proper meeting. Well, if you could call N'gelt's drunken stumble home and demand for sex a proper meeting. Pushing his hair back off his face he approached the door, taking a deep breath as he prepared for what was probably going to be a very droll night.
N'gelt peered into the make-shift kitchen he had let I'shan set up, he wasn't exactly a cook and as such only had a room to store dried meats and ale that was now a kitchen. He raised an eyebrow in surprised approval, I'shan was managing well with the fire they had set up and it smelt delicious.
"This should become more permanent." He grunted to the Bluerider, so dutifully watching the stew.
Well. It was probably time to meet the guests who were here to celebrate his promotion.
Sighing N'gelt walked out into the main living room. "Hey," he greeted, giving the pair a brief nod before striding over to pick up a meatroll and sitting in a large armchair. Taking a bite he frowned a little and stared closer at the food, the glaze on it was unfamiliar to him. But it was good, very good. Of course, he wouldn't verbally acknowledge that, but the speed in which he consumed the first and started the second was more than enough proof.
