05.Oct.19, 02:36 AM
No matter how boring Mylorah might consider the things she was showing him, Tazikel found it all interesting. The Weyr was weirdly similar yet unquestionably different than all the Holds he’d seen, and it was fascinating. It was like nearly everything was made so that dragons could access it, which Holders didn’t worry about at all. Not everywhere was dragon accessible, obviously, but it was clearly something that was thought about, especially given the way the Weyrlings were housed. He listened intently to everything Mylorah said, smiling and nodding at everything. When she showed off her butter-churning muscles - not something Tazikel had ever done, and maybe he should! - he joined her in laughing.
“I can’t say I’ve ever churned butter before, but I have ridden on horses and carts, plenty. Ships too. Tillek’s a bay too, after all, except ours is full of ships and boats instead of swimming dragons. You ever been on a ship, Mylorah? A proper ship, I mean, not a rowboat.” Tazikel asked, trailing off as a horse approached them. It was a pretty thing, though built more for a heavy cart than a single rider. He frowned for a moment at Mylorah’s reaction, stepping forward as she jumped back.
“You’re more likely to startle them like that, you know,” he pointed out, gently moving towards the horse to introduce himself to it, “Sudden movements and all. Though this guy seems pretty calm,” Tazikel admitted stroking the horse’s neck, proper introductions made. “Guess they have to be used to dragons, so makes sense a Weyr would have less nervous horses. Wanna introduce yourself?” he asked, holding a hand out to her if she wanted to come closer. She had already admitted to having just about no experience with animals, and he was hardly a Beastcrafter but he rode often enough he was certainly more of an expert on horses than she was. It was kind of nice that even in a Weyr Tazikel didn’t feel completely ignorant of everything. Horses were still horses, after all.
“I can’t say I’ve ever churned butter before, but I have ridden on horses and carts, plenty. Ships too. Tillek’s a bay too, after all, except ours is full of ships and boats instead of swimming dragons. You ever been on a ship, Mylorah? A proper ship, I mean, not a rowboat.” Tazikel asked, trailing off as a horse approached them. It was a pretty thing, though built more for a heavy cart than a single rider. He frowned for a moment at Mylorah’s reaction, stepping forward as she jumped back.
“You’re more likely to startle them like that, you know,” he pointed out, gently moving towards the horse to introduce himself to it, “Sudden movements and all. Though this guy seems pretty calm,” Tazikel admitted stroking the horse’s neck, proper introductions made. “Guess they have to be used to dragons, so makes sense a Weyr would have less nervous horses. Wanna introduce yourself?” he asked, holding a hand out to her if she wanted to come closer. She had already admitted to having just about no experience with animals, and he was hardly a Beastcrafter but he rode often enough he was certainly more of an expert on horses than she was. It was kind of nice that even in a Weyr Tazikel didn’t feel completely ignorant of everything. Horses were still horses, after all.