04.Mar.18, 11:26 AM
He hadn’t really paid much attention to the Weyr itself since landing and worrying about Casa and then having fun talking with her. But now that she mentioned it, T’ryn glanced around and noticed how quiet it was and, like she said, empty. It was like a graveyard, and he supposed in some ways it was. How many had died here? So many memories likely haunted the riders and non-riders alike that he wondered how even the current active Weyrs felt alive again and not empty shells. It was a bit unsettling now that he was so acutely aware of his surroundings and what normal sounds were missing and what ones replaced them. “It is… I don’t know what I was expecting when I finally found the courage to come here.”
T’ryn packed up his bundle of food and stood, giving a slight stretch as he did so. “But since we’re here and we have two reasonably responsible dragons with us,” he shot Syrendryth a glance to indicate which dragon he was more making fun of, though his dragon was pointedly ignoring both him and Thallyath. He didn’t have time for gold hissy fits and was careful not to react more than a cautious glance her way to ensure she wasn’t going to attack his human.
“Why don’t we explore a bit? Dad lived here for a bit before the plague but he says he doesn’t remember too much. He was younger than us and only here for several months but I still think he just likes to avoid the topic.” He couldn’t blame R’nd for that. He knew what it was like to lose his home when the landslide hit and wiped out most of Katila. He had barely made it out in one piece – N’mor didn’t and even that haunted him at times – but the new location of Katila just never felt the same and when he snuck back to the old site, it was hard to see what had become of his home and the good memories being crushed by the more recent bad ones.
T’ryn packed up his bundle of food and stood, giving a slight stretch as he did so. “But since we’re here and we have two reasonably responsible dragons with us,” he shot Syrendryth a glance to indicate which dragon he was more making fun of, though his dragon was pointedly ignoring both him and Thallyath. He didn’t have time for gold hissy fits and was careful not to react more than a cautious glance her way to ensure she wasn’t going to attack his human.
“Why don’t we explore a bit? Dad lived here for a bit before the plague but he says he doesn’t remember too much. He was younger than us and only here for several months but I still think he just likes to avoid the topic.” He couldn’t blame R’nd for that. He knew what it was like to lose his home when the landslide hit and wiped out most of Katila. He had barely made it out in one piece – N’mor didn’t and even that haunted him at times – but the new location of Katila just never felt the same and when he snuck back to the old site, it was hard to see what had become of his home and the good memories being crushed by the more recent bad ones.