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29.Mar.13, 02:32 AM
It was meant to be a night for celebrating but that almost didn’t come to pass thanks to the Weyrleader’s brilliantly timed announcement about honorifics. There had been a scuffle with a lot of words tossed around before S’kef dealt with the situation away from the happy party-goers and eventually the mood lifted once more and the tension in the air faded away. The graduation itself was nice though a bit boring since he wasn’t actually apart of this one. His class seemed far livelier as well but K’tir supposed that had something to do with the fact that almost their entire class had been survivors that were brought South willingly. The current class seemed to be all Stolen Northerners and many seemed so serious! He couldn’t really fault them for that though; even he was more serious than anything else since Impressing. That, however, wasn’t a thought he wanted to dwell on that evening though it was hard with Z’rak lurking around the party as well.
Once all the words were said and done, the real party began with the booze flowing more freely and the music going in full swing with the Harpers giving it their all and enjoying themselves on stage. K’tir gave in to a few requests to dance since he wasn’t opposed to fun and didn’t see the harm in it but after more spins around the floor than he could keep track of, the brownrider wandered away from that crowd in search of more liquid refreshment. He grabbed a glass of something – it was only identified by the grimace he had after swigging down the Katilan wine – K’tir went in search of a place to sit but instead found himself drawn to a small group crowded around a table looking at something. It was likely some card game in progress or even trading the results of guesses on honorifics but still K’tir ventured over since being a spectator was far less demanding than swinging a partner around in a lively dance.
He was surprised to see the table was covered with eggs that naturally would be of the firelizard variety since that was all anyone ever talked about and would flaunt. As one of the three people standing around departed, K’tir was actually shocked to see who was left behind. There was still a chance the eggs belonged to the terrified-looking girl or perhaps there was a note saying everyone could just help themselves but a quick appraisal of V’zire showed how nervous and even desperate the greenrider was, meaning he was the owner of the clutch.
K’tir didn’t have any solid opinion one way or the other on flitters. He had Impressed after Katila was formed so he didn’t have the true bond to a dragon that had many older riders paranoid once again that they could lose their beloved. He had been close with Noith during the relationship with the blue’s rider but even then K’tir never developed a true hatred of the creatures. He didn’t love them either though. They could be annoying pests that got into trouble, broke items, and stole food. Some owners were terrible at controlling them and K’tir wanted to flick the human’s forehead as punishment as much as he wanted to do it to a firelizard accosting him. All the same, both of his children had a huge interest in the pets and bugged him at least once a sevenday for their own. His reply never changed; they were both too young to have one. They couldn’t Stand for a dragon yet so they weren’t old enough to care for a miniature version either. He questioned the attention span of both as well.
“Hey, V’zire,” it was a casual greeting for someone that was a former classmate and someone he had the occasional run in here and there since. They weren’t best of friends but they weren’t enemies and as far as K’tir could tell they weren’t frenemies either. Then again, V’zire didn’t seem capable of hating someone in the open so there wasn’t a chance he could hate someone behind their back and still smile at them. “Showing off, selling off, or giving away the eggs?” His children may not be old enough to have firelizards but K’tir was still willing to contemplate bonding one to himself for their enjoyment.
Once all the words were said and done, the real party began with the booze flowing more freely and the music going in full swing with the Harpers giving it their all and enjoying themselves on stage. K’tir gave in to a few requests to dance since he wasn’t opposed to fun and didn’t see the harm in it but after more spins around the floor than he could keep track of, the brownrider wandered away from that crowd in search of more liquid refreshment. He grabbed a glass of something – it was only identified by the grimace he had after swigging down the Katilan wine – K’tir went in search of a place to sit but instead found himself drawn to a small group crowded around a table looking at something. It was likely some card game in progress or even trading the results of guesses on honorifics but still K’tir ventured over since being a spectator was far less demanding than swinging a partner around in a lively dance.
He was surprised to see the table was covered with eggs that naturally would be of the firelizard variety since that was all anyone ever talked about and would flaunt. As one of the three people standing around departed, K’tir was actually shocked to see who was left behind. There was still a chance the eggs belonged to the terrified-looking girl or perhaps there was a note saying everyone could just help themselves but a quick appraisal of V’zire showed how nervous and even desperate the greenrider was, meaning he was the owner of the clutch.
K’tir didn’t have any solid opinion one way or the other on flitters. He had Impressed after Katila was formed so he didn’t have the true bond to a dragon that had many older riders paranoid once again that they could lose their beloved. He had been close with Noith during the relationship with the blue’s rider but even then K’tir never developed a true hatred of the creatures. He didn’t love them either though. They could be annoying pests that got into trouble, broke items, and stole food. Some owners were terrible at controlling them and K’tir wanted to flick the human’s forehead as punishment as much as he wanted to do it to a firelizard accosting him. All the same, both of his children had a huge interest in the pets and bugged him at least once a sevenday for their own. His reply never changed; they were both too young to have one. They couldn’t Stand for a dragon yet so they weren’t old enough to care for a miniature version either. He questioned the attention span of both as well.
“Hey, V’zire,” it was a casual greeting for someone that was a former classmate and someone he had the occasional run in here and there since. They weren’t best of friends but they weren’t enemies and as far as K’tir could tell they weren’t frenemies either. Then again, V’zire didn’t seem capable of hating someone in the open so there wasn’t a chance he could hate someone behind their back and still smile at them. “Showing off, selling off, or giving away the eggs?” His children may not be old enough to have firelizards but K’tir was still willing to contemplate bonding one to himself for their enjoyment.
