13.Feb.15, 01:53 PM
So much stuff had happened in such a short amount of time. The whirlwind of change had spun T'drin's head like a child's toy. The landslide, the move north, and his visit had left T'drin's with a sour taste in his mouth. His visit north had been… Something. Neither his family nor his craft master had been welcoming and it had been unexpected. Hadn't they cared he was alive? They hadn't. In fact his father had told him he was better off dead than a dragonrider, never mind that Gelabrith was bronze, a king among kings (though undoubtably there were other who thought otherwise). It had not changed his father's opinion. His craft master had been somewhat pleased to see him, until he'd seen Gelabrith. The man had lamented the fact T'drin would no longer be an asset to his craft.
Dwelling on such matters is rather beneath you the bronze in question told his rider. The large bronze wallowed in the shallows of the lake as T'drin applied the brush to his side. Gelabrith sighed with pleasure as the man found a particularly itchy spot and rubbed vigorously. What will it change, thinking about it constantly? T'drin shook his head as he declined to answer the bronze's question. It was a human thing, to remember wrongs, not a dragon thing. How he wished he could forget things as quickly as his dragon.
Better you dwell on matters that are more important than your ridiculous northern humans Gelabrith said with distaste. The bronze had not been a fan of their northern compadres, taking his cue more from T'drin than anything else, though the distain his rider's family had shown him had been less than thrilling. The present was much more important to Gelabrith than a recent past that had no bearing on the action of that sneaky little greenrider that had been sniffing about T'drin. I say we agree. See what happens. What harm could it actually do?
T'drin's answer was interrupted by the arrival of one of the newer bronzeriders. T'drin remembered his young bronze, a rough sort much like Gelabrith. He also remembered he was from one of the younger gold's clutches. T'drin waved a hand towards the waters, not that the bronze or his rider waited for an agreement, both settling into the chore before T'drin could get a word in. "Have at it," he said by way of an answer.
With all the meetings with J'ver lately, T'drin had developed a suspicious nature. Was J'zek one of J'ver's puppets? Probably. He was curious to know what the man wanted. Would he attempt to sway T'drin to J'ver's side or would the bronzer try to frighten him away? If that was the case he'd soon learn, T'drin did not scare easily. "It's a good day for bathing wouldn't you agree?" T'drin said with what he hoped was a pleasant smile. The awkwardness of the situation brought an extremely amused rumble from the big bronze in front of him.
T'drin's answer was interrupted by the arrival of one of the newer bronzeriders. T'drin remembered his young bronze, a rough sort much like Gelabrith. He also remembered he was from one of the younger gold's clutches. T'drin waved a hand towards the waters, not that the bronze or his rider waited for an agreement, both settling into the chore before T'drin could get a word in. "Have at it," he said by way of an answer.
With all the meetings with J'ver lately, T'drin had developed a suspicious nature. Was J'zek one of J'ver's puppets? Probably. He was curious to know what the man wanted. Would he attempt to sway T'drin to J'ver's side or would the bronzer try to frighten him away? If that was the case he'd soon learn, T'drin did not scare easily. "It's a good day for bathing wouldn't you agree?" T'drin said with what he hoped was a pleasant smile. The awkwardness of the situation brought an extremely amused rumble from the big bronze in front of him.