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10.Nov.16, 02:18 AM
As they reappeared from between above Telgar Weyr, Veeth gave a greeting to the watch dragon and began the descent to their weyr. V’ler yawned, still surprised that the chill of between didn’t seem to wake him up like a slap to the face. Then again, traveling between was still something he hated doing, feared it really, so he suspected it was something along the lines of the rush of adrenaline fading with the relief of making it through left him even more drained than what he started with. He often wondered if one day he’d get over the justified cautiousness of their main way of travel but then he wondered if it’d be a dishonour to the memory of Iruvia and green Unowth who died in their class on learning how to travel between. In the end, he always decided to travel sparingly and to be of a sound mind when he did so, just in case.
That evening saw him returning from Fort Weyr where he spent the latter half of the day observing his second favourite pair of muses in the form of R’nya and Rhaedalyn. B’jin and R’nd would always hold a special spot in his Harper’s heart for inspiring sappy love songs but the Fort leaders were still in a fun spot of denial and dancing around each other that brought out other inspirations in the bluerider. Of course that wasn’t the only reason he went to Fort.
While he once told Indivara he had no desire in being a father which matched her lack of desire to be a mother, V’ler still occasionally popped in to see Varlea, his daughter Rhaedalyn was kindly raising. He lacked every fatherly bone imaginable, but he still showed up to see how she was doing. Maybe it was some form of guilt or even just simple curiosity on how a child he helped produce was fairing in the world. V’ler really didn’t know the reason but he still went and interacted with the girl and Rhaedalyn’s daughter, Alyren, for an hour or so. Usually he ended up drinking juice with Rhaedalyn as the girls played a few feet away. He was happy with that level of interaction and while he wasn’t as versed in writing children’s songs or songs about kids through the eyes of parents, he took some notes when something stood out to him.
Quill and Vex appeared at the entrance to the weyr to greet him, having stayed home this trip. Vex didn’t like most people but didn’t seem too fond of Rhaedalyn’s gold firelizard, Whisper. Since Quill and Vex luckily did get along well, they were usually seen side by side and Quill had stayed with his brother as well. V’ler greeted them both with little pats to their heads and dismounted from Veeth who was crooning happily at his ‘mini-mes’ that he adored. He didn’t see Venseth while he removed the riding gear from Veeth but that wasn’t really that odd. The blue dragon sometimes went off to socialize or was on an errand while Indivara had one of her favoured night baths; unless the pair was actually out and about somewhere.
It didn’t bother him either way if Indivara was home or not. They had a weird relationship but it worked for them. They somehow managed to share the same space, bed included, and never asked the other for anything. After the one and only time Indivara had walked in on him during a flight that hadn’t gone too well, V’ler had made sure not to be near his own bed when Veeth chased one of his many favoured greens. Otherwise, they got along surprisingly well, looking out for the other in their own way yet not fretting over them and becoming overbearing either.
V’ler wasn’t much of a drinker, preferring to have a glass at special occasions, but every so often a glass of wine while he was writing at the end of a long day seemed appropriate for his mind frame. After stripping out of the days clothes and tossing on a pair of comfy pants he wore for bed, V’ler poured himself a glass and went over to his desk to look over the days’ notes before possibly attempting to work out the chorus to a song he’d been struggling on for a bit. Vex and Quill were quick to follow, taking up their usual places with Vex on his shoulder and Quill sprawled along the top of the desk.
That evening saw him returning from Fort Weyr where he spent the latter half of the day observing his second favourite pair of muses in the form of R’nya and Rhaedalyn. B’jin and R’nd would always hold a special spot in his Harper’s heart for inspiring sappy love songs but the Fort leaders were still in a fun spot of denial and dancing around each other that brought out other inspirations in the bluerider. Of course that wasn’t the only reason he went to Fort.
While he once told Indivara he had no desire in being a father which matched her lack of desire to be a mother, V’ler still occasionally popped in to see Varlea, his daughter Rhaedalyn was kindly raising. He lacked every fatherly bone imaginable, but he still showed up to see how she was doing. Maybe it was some form of guilt or even just simple curiosity on how a child he helped produce was fairing in the world. V’ler really didn’t know the reason but he still went and interacted with the girl and Rhaedalyn’s daughter, Alyren, for an hour or so. Usually he ended up drinking juice with Rhaedalyn as the girls played a few feet away. He was happy with that level of interaction and while he wasn’t as versed in writing children’s songs or songs about kids through the eyes of parents, he took some notes when something stood out to him.
Quill and Vex appeared at the entrance to the weyr to greet him, having stayed home this trip. Vex didn’t like most people but didn’t seem too fond of Rhaedalyn’s gold firelizard, Whisper. Since Quill and Vex luckily did get along well, they were usually seen side by side and Quill had stayed with his brother as well. V’ler greeted them both with little pats to their heads and dismounted from Veeth who was crooning happily at his ‘mini-mes’ that he adored. He didn’t see Venseth while he removed the riding gear from Veeth but that wasn’t really that odd. The blue dragon sometimes went off to socialize or was on an errand while Indivara had one of her favoured night baths; unless the pair was actually out and about somewhere.
It didn’t bother him either way if Indivara was home or not. They had a weird relationship but it worked for them. They somehow managed to share the same space, bed included, and never asked the other for anything. After the one and only time Indivara had walked in on him during a flight that hadn’t gone too well, V’ler had made sure not to be near his own bed when Veeth chased one of his many favoured greens. Otherwise, they got along surprisingly well, looking out for the other in their own way yet not fretting over them and becoming overbearing either.
V’ler wasn’t much of a drinker, preferring to have a glass at special occasions, but every so often a glass of wine while he was writing at the end of a long day seemed appropriate for his mind frame. After stripping out of the days clothes and tossing on a pair of comfy pants he wore for bed, V’ler poured himself a glass and went over to his desk to look over the days’ notes before possibly attempting to work out the chorus to a song he’d been struggling on for a bit. Vex and Quill were quick to follow, taking up their usual places with Vex on his shoulder and Quill sprawled along the top of the desk.
