13.Apr.14, 12:27 PM
Early mornings were routine for T'vor after a few months of being a rider. Estelth liked to be up with the sun and left on his own for too long tended to end up getting into some sort of mischief or letting his curiosity get the better of him. He honestly didn't mind too much, at least once he'd had his morning klah. After making sure Estelth wasn't doing anything that would get either one of them in trouble he began his morning walk to the kitchens for his before breakfast klah.
The Weyr was generally quiet this early in the morning, which was likely the only reason T'vor noticed a faint cry for help soon followed by another more frantic call. The voice sounded female and young and he covered the rest of the distance to the kitchen at a run. Memories of the landslide flashed through his head and his heart pounded in his chest as he dashed into the kitchen.
His gaze went from the frightened young girl to the flaming clothl. "Shit!" The fire was still small, but still dangerous if it got the chance to really get going. "Get back!" He said, waving the girl toward safety as he looked around for something to douse the flames with. Fire was always a risk in the area and a nearby bucket provided a quick solution. Filling it from the nearby pool he dumped it over the cloth. That did the job, but left a lovely dripping mess of water and burnt fabric bits pooling on the counter and running down onto the floor."T'vor what's wrong? The blue fear and worry mirrored his rider's and T'vor quickly sent his dragon soothing thoughts. "I'm fine Es, just a little fire in the kitchen. Nothing to worry about." "Well as long as it was just a little one." He answered wryly.
Now that the crisis had passed he turned back to face the girl. Flora, that was her name. "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked gently, setting the bucket aside. She was one of the younger candidates, and perhaps a bit to young to messing about in the kitchen without supervision. He didn't want to consider what might could have happened if he hadn't come along. One disaster was enough for a lifetime.
The Weyr was generally quiet this early in the morning, which was likely the only reason T'vor noticed a faint cry for help soon followed by another more frantic call. The voice sounded female and young and he covered the rest of the distance to the kitchen at a run. Memories of the landslide flashed through his head and his heart pounded in his chest as he dashed into the kitchen.
His gaze went from the frightened young girl to the flaming clothl. "Shit!" The fire was still small, but still dangerous if it got the chance to really get going. "Get back!" He said, waving the girl toward safety as he looked around for something to douse the flames with. Fire was always a risk in the area and a nearby bucket provided a quick solution. Filling it from the nearby pool he dumped it over the cloth. That did the job, but left a lovely dripping mess of water and burnt fabric bits pooling on the counter and running down onto the floor.
Now that the crisis had passed he turned back to face the girl. Flora, that was her name. "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked gently, setting the bucket aside. She was one of the younger candidates, and perhaps a bit to young to messing about in the kitchen without supervision. He didn't want to consider what might could have happened if he hadn't come along. One disaster was enough for a lifetime.