09.Apr.12, 09:47 PM
Two in one week? Disgraceful.
S’kef tightened his belt and reached for his goggles, strung neatly over one bedpost. The sun hadn’t been up long and it was looking like a beautiful day, warm enough to pass for a Telgar summer. Well, that was assuming he really remembered what Telgar summers even were.
The north was weighing heavily on his mind today. The notion bothered Tyrrisath, who preferred those foul memories remain locked firmly in the past. Prideful and resentful of the entire plague affair, Tyrrisath was just as content to forget them as his bonded. He didn’t complain, however, remaining stoic and silently supportive as S’kef muttered to himself all over their hut.
Why was he thinking of the north? Because of that sharding stupid girl, that’s why!
One of the healers had been missing from the Hall for a couple days now. She’d obviously wandered off…possibly just lost, but also possibly escaped. S’kef was happy to go get her, at least in theory. That was one less burden for the Weyrleader. But these escape attempts made the brownrider sullen and bitter. He didn’t particularly care about the stolens’ sentiments, but it was a sharp reminder that they had somewhere to go back to.
If S’kef couldn’t go home, neither could they.
Are you ready?
Always
S’kef strode outside and mounted his dragon, quickly and discreetly. The pair were soon off, sailing over the treeline in the western forests. What do we know about the girl?
She’s got dark skin and mismatched eyes
I see
The pair flew in silence for some time before Tyrrisath finally uttered a deep rumble. I see someone
The brown angled his head downwards, watching for movement in the brush. He’d just seen something, something distinctly human. At S’kef’s silent request, he wheeled around for a second pass.
Fixed the date. Lol.
S’kef tightened his belt and reached for his goggles, strung neatly over one bedpost. The sun hadn’t been up long and it was looking like a beautiful day, warm enough to pass for a Telgar summer. Well, that was assuming he really remembered what Telgar summers even were.
The north was weighing heavily on his mind today. The notion bothered Tyrrisath, who preferred those foul memories remain locked firmly in the past. Prideful and resentful of the entire plague affair, Tyrrisath was just as content to forget them as his bonded. He didn’t complain, however, remaining stoic and silently supportive as S’kef muttered to himself all over their hut.
Why was he thinking of the north? Because of that sharding stupid girl, that’s why!
One of the healers had been missing from the Hall for a couple days now. She’d obviously wandered off…possibly just lost, but also possibly escaped. S’kef was happy to go get her, at least in theory. That was one less burden for the Weyrleader. But these escape attempts made the brownrider sullen and bitter. He didn’t particularly care about the stolens’ sentiments, but it was a sharp reminder that they had somewhere to go back to.
If S’kef couldn’t go home, neither could they.
Are you ready?
Always
S’kef strode outside and mounted his dragon, quickly and discreetly. The pair were soon off, sailing over the treeline in the western forests. What do we know about the girl?
She’s got dark skin and mismatched eyes
I see
The pair flew in silence for some time before Tyrrisath finally uttered a deep rumble. I see someone
The brown angled his head downwards, watching for movement in the brush. He’d just seen something, something distinctly human. At S’kef’s silent request, he wheeled around for a second pass.
Fixed the date. Lol.