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08.Jun.13, 03:21 PM
Two klutzes and A'liran. When he compared his list of wing riders to S'kef's winglist, T'rel had the distinct feeling that he had gotten the problem riders. While shuffling them off on someone else was a tactical move that normally T'rel could respect, he would have respected it awhole lot more if that someone else wasn't him!
Berruth was ridiculously cheerful about the whole thing. Of course he was. He liked flirting...His bronze flirting! With a brown!...with Besulth, knew Astoreth was beautiful and thought Shanith was the love of his life. That only went to show his bronze was an idiot about females, and apparently males, but Berruth was his idiot.
The bronze was hopping about in his yard with glee and T'rel smirked with glee. Of the riders in his wing, only C'vir and D'hys knew that the wing practice was today. This would be fun, if fun of the twisted sort. Dressed impeccably, he walked to the the weyrbowl, Berruth prancing...no, male dragons did not prance they strutted...Berruth strutting in overly joyful circles around him.
With a fierce grin at the bronze he murmured, "Now." Berruth didn't call them right away. First he had to squeal, wriggle and strut in another small circle. Then he sent the call to all the dragons in his wing.Guess what! Wing practice is today! Right now in fact! Isn't this wonderful? We're in the weyrbowl and I can't wait to see you guys! Isn't this so wonderful?! Oh we're going to have a lot of fun!
Making the mental note to have Besulth call the others next time, T'rel shook his head. Well sometimes you attracted more flies with honey than vinegar. He deliberately focused on that rather than the fact that Berruth's words did not cultivate the impression he wanted to give as their wingleader. Berruth pran...Strutted around him, overjoyed, even trumpeting when dragons started to arrive. T'rel let him. He'd bring the beast back under control when the wing was assembled.
[sup]Edit: I added Berruth's shorthand code -- HL[/sup]
Berruth was ridiculously cheerful about the whole thing. Of course he was. He liked flirting...His bronze flirting! With a brown!...with Besulth, knew Astoreth was beautiful and thought Shanith was the love of his life. That only went to show his bronze was an idiot about females, and apparently males, but Berruth was his idiot.
The bronze was hopping about in his yard with glee and T'rel smirked with glee. Of the riders in his wing, only C'vir and D'hys knew that the wing practice was today. This would be fun, if fun of the twisted sort. Dressed impeccably, he walked to the the weyrbowl, Berruth prancing...no, male dragons did not prance they strutted...Berruth strutting in overly joyful circles around him.
With a fierce grin at the bronze he murmured, "Now." Berruth didn't call them right away. First he had to squeal, wriggle and strut in another small circle. Then he sent the call to all the dragons in his wing.
Making the mental note to have Besulth call the others next time, T'rel shook his head. Well sometimes you attracted more flies with honey than vinegar. He deliberately focused on that rather than the fact that Berruth's words did not cultivate the impression he wanted to give as their wingleader. Berruth pran...Strutted around him, overjoyed, even trumpeting when dragons started to arrive. T'rel let him. He'd bring the beast back under control when the wing was assembled.
[sup]Edit: I added Berruth's shorthand code -- HL[/sup]
