26.Aug.19, 11:19 PM
It had been a few days since J’shom had heard the new Weyrlings were allowed guests now, (and apparently he’d heard a few days after they had started allowing visitors, as he’d been distracting himself and missed the information), but he’d chosen to wait a little longer before going to visit Beckitt. J’shom wanted to check in with his friend and former student, make sure he was doing alright, but he knew that the new bluerider - which disappointed Siolilth tremendously, though J’shom couldn’t say he felt the same - had many friends, and he wanted to make sure Beckitt’s closest friends had time to visit before he stopped by. He remembered Weyrlinghood, and any free time was something to be treasured. J’shom didn’t want Beckitt to feel pressured to spend time with him when he just wanted to rest or hang out with another friend. No, it wouldn’t due to crowd Beckitt or his dragonet, so J’shom waited.
About two weeks after the Hatching, J’shom felt enough time had passed it would be acceptable for an old teacher to stop by for congratulations. Really, he should probably wait another week or so - get Siolilth’s Flight out of the way - but J’shom wanted to confirm for himself that Beckitt was doing alright with… everything. But a quick visit should be fine, just long enough to say hello and so forth and then he’d wait a bit before stopping by again.
J’shom left Siolilth sunning on her ledge and set off on foot to find the weyr he’d been told currently housed the newest Weyrlings. Siolilth wasn’t due to fly for several days yet, but J’shom figured it best she didn’t go with him. The dragonets - and the Weyrlingmaster, his Assistants, and the Healers - would appreciate not having to deal with a persnickety green on the edges of being proddy. Just in case, and he wasn’t going to stay long anyway.
His knock was answered by one of the Assistants, who directed J’shom to one of the smaller rooms - it really was quite a large weyr, goodness - that was apparently Beckitt’s for the foreseeable future. He knocked on this second door.
“Little Bird? It’s J’shom, I was hoping to say hello. Are you busy?” he asked.
About two weeks after the Hatching, J’shom felt enough time had passed it would be acceptable for an old teacher to stop by for congratulations. Really, he should probably wait another week or so - get Siolilth’s Flight out of the way - but J’shom wanted to confirm for himself that Beckitt was doing alright with… everything. But a quick visit should be fine, just long enough to say hello and so forth and then he’d wait a bit before stopping by again.
J’shom left Siolilth sunning on her ledge and set off on foot to find the weyr he’d been told currently housed the newest Weyrlings. Siolilth wasn’t due to fly for several days yet, but J’shom figured it best she didn’t go with him. The dragonets - and the Weyrlingmaster, his Assistants, and the Healers - would appreciate not having to deal with a persnickety green on the edges of being proddy. Just in case, and he wasn’t going to stay long anyway.
His knock was answered by one of the Assistants, who directed J’shom to one of the smaller rooms - it really was quite a large weyr, goodness - that was apparently Beckitt’s for the foreseeable future. He knocked on this second door.
“Little Bird? It’s J’shom, I was hoping to say hello. Are you busy?” he asked.