26.Apr.12, 03:35 AM
Well rested, well fed and of course, well dressed, M'bal was a man on a mission. Straightening out his coat he smoothed the fabric down, it was soft beneath his fingers after a very meticulous and careful cleaning. Walking around his hut to where Gugaroth was preening his wings he gave the Bronze a mighty slap on his shoulder, laughing when he gave an indignant squeal and irritation filtered along their bond. "Don't worry Roth, I won't disturb your preening. I'm going to speak with D'ren, you should come and keep Ronarth company when you finish." M'bal said, laughing when Gugaroth's preening became much quicker. The idea of going to chat with another dragon was one of the best ideas in the world to the Bronze and as such he was not going to miss out on this opportunity.
Striding off, M'bal made his way to the Weyrleader's hut. He had wanted to speak with D'ren for a while now, but with S'kef stepping down from Weyrsecond D'ren's hands were very, very full. M'bal respected that of course and waited patiently for their arranged meeting, or he at least appeared patient. Every second spent waiting was a second he could be spending helping! Well... helping himself get into a better position of authority, that is.
Reaching D'ren's hut he gave his clothes another quick tug, making sure there wasn't a single unwanted crease on his person. His hands then brushed up to his hair, flicking a few strands away from his forehead and shaking his head lightly. Swiping his fingertips across his forehead he nodded in approval, no sweat so he would still smell like the spiced sweetsands not an awful salty abomination. Raising his hand he rapt the door three times, loud and swift. There was no need to dawdle or be fancy, this was official business.
Striding off, M'bal made his way to the Weyrleader's hut. He had wanted to speak with D'ren for a while now, but with S'kef stepping down from Weyrsecond D'ren's hands were very, very full. M'bal respected that of course and waited patiently for their arranged meeting, or he at least appeared patient. Every second spent waiting was a second he could be spending helping! Well... helping himself get into a better position of authority, that is.
Reaching D'ren's hut he gave his clothes another quick tug, making sure there wasn't a single unwanted crease on his person. His hands then brushed up to his hair, flicking a few strands away from his forehead and shaking his head lightly. Swiping his fingertips across his forehead he nodded in approval, no sweat so he would still smell like the spiced sweetsands not an awful salty abomination. Raising his hand he rapt the door three times, loud and swift. There was no need to dawdle or be fancy, this was official business.