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29.Mar.13, 06:07 PM
Red eyes fixed on Terken. It took him a bit to call up the information on what that meant, then remembered his mother telling him that for dragons cool colors were good and warm colors were bad.
He debated seriously hiding, but then S'kef noticed him. This wasn't keeping his head down as ordered, and he suddenly didn't know what to do now that he'd been noticed.
Now S'kef was looking at him, as was the other man, and Terken swallowed and stepped out. Kela came right back to him at a whistle, sitting at his side. He murmured, "Guard." She settled to sit and watch the pile of things he had set aside, the crossbow easily visible.
Satisfied his things were safe, Terken slipped from the shadows. He walked up until he wouldn't have to raise his voice to speak. "I apologize for intruding. I start a hunting patrol in a bit and wanted to run off some of Kela's energy first. This is usually a good spot for that."
He wasn't sure what else to say as the bronze...or was he simply a large brown? No...bronzes shone. The bronze showed a bit of play to him, splashing then knocking his rider down and pinning him a moment. Terken was floored when the rider seemed to take it in stride, only getting up with the extra dignity that he sometimes saw in the more dominant canines when they'd been ruffled by puppy behavior and didn't want to show it.
His father would have pitched a fit at Berruth for that and not let up until the bronze started babbling apologies even Terken could hear. A thoughtful look showed in the shifting of his brow muscles and Terken shifted to lean a bit on his right leg, a sign he was thinking over what he'd seen.
His eyes weren't awed, but thoughtful, and he tipped his head, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm told that red in a dragon's eyes is generally a bad sign. I apologize if I angered your dragon, weyrleader. If there is a way I can set it right, let me know?"
Why did he have the feeling as he spoke that he was simply digging himself deeper into a hole he couldn't get out of? Now would be a good time to shut up. So he did.
He debated seriously hiding, but then S'kef noticed him. This wasn't keeping his head down as ordered, and he suddenly didn't know what to do now that he'd been noticed.
Now S'kef was looking at him, as was the other man, and Terken swallowed and stepped out. Kela came right back to him at a whistle, sitting at his side. He murmured, "Guard." She settled to sit and watch the pile of things he had set aside, the crossbow easily visible.
Satisfied his things were safe, Terken slipped from the shadows. He walked up until he wouldn't have to raise his voice to speak. "I apologize for intruding. I start a hunting patrol in a bit and wanted to run off some of Kela's energy first. This is usually a good spot for that."
He wasn't sure what else to say as the bronze...or was he simply a large brown? No...bronzes shone. The bronze showed a bit of play to him, splashing then knocking his rider down and pinning him a moment. Terken was floored when the rider seemed to take it in stride, only getting up with the extra dignity that he sometimes saw in the more dominant canines when they'd been ruffled by puppy behavior and didn't want to show it.
His father would have pitched a fit at Berruth for that and not let up until the bronze started babbling apologies even Terken could hear. A thoughtful look showed in the shifting of his brow muscles and Terken shifted to lean a bit on his right leg, a sign he was thinking over what he'd seen.
His eyes weren't awed, but thoughtful, and he tipped his head, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm told that red in a dragon's eyes is generally a bad sign. I apologize if I angered your dragon, weyrleader. If there is a way I can set it right, let me know?"
Why did he have the feeling as he spoke that he was simply digging himself deeper into a hole he couldn't get out of? Now would be a good time to shut up. So he did.
