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31.Mar.21, 03:50 AM
C'dhin had taken to staying in his weyr. Enough people were talking about him as a suspect that he decided he didn't need to go anywhere. He could feed himself and while he would have liked to ask for a bit more flour, he also suspected that no one would give him anything right now. No one was going to eat anything he made anyway. So he was rifling through his supplies, planning out meals for the next several days.
Urudith is a lovely dragon, you know.
"Uh-huh," C'dhin gave a non-committal agreement as he poked around his shelves for the right spice to go with his dinner idea. He had never spoken with the Weyrleader's dragon but he supposed one had to be nice in some form or another if they were going to help oversee everyone. Why Coroth was currently bothering the bronze was odd, though. Wasn't S'far one of the victims currently recovering?
He is and he wants to see you.
The small jar slipped from his fingers and shattered on the stone floor. "Shit!" It seemed the most eloquent response for the lost spice and for the request. It was the one thing he feared--the request, not the spice loss though that sucked a lot as well since it wasn't in season in the north.
"Do you think you could tell him I'm busy and can't make it?"
Don't be a baby. You're innocent, aren't you? Go prove it.
C'dhin nodded. He was pretty certain he was innocent but still dragged his feet as he headed out to the ledge where Coroth brought him down to the Lower Bowl and the entry to the infirmary. He stood beside his dragon staring at the entrance for too long if the nudging by a green head was anything to go by. Fine, you pushy beast. C'dhin gave Coroth a pat to her nose and a quick scritch to an eyeridge before he headed inside and glanced around for where S'far was being kept.
"You wanted to see me, Weyrleader?" C'dhin tried to seem confident and innocent but he felt like shit and he suspected looked like it as well.
"Uh-huh," C'dhin gave a non-committal agreement as he poked around his shelves for the right spice to go with his dinner idea. He had never spoken with the Weyrleader's dragon but he supposed one had to be nice in some form or another if they were going to help oversee everyone. Why Coroth was currently bothering the bronze was odd, though. Wasn't S'far one of the victims currently recovering?
The small jar slipped from his fingers and shattered on the stone floor. "Shit!" It seemed the most eloquent response for the lost spice and for the request. It was the one thing he feared--the request, not the spice loss though that sucked a lot as well since it wasn't in season in the north.
"Do you think you could tell him I'm busy and can't make it?"
C'dhin nodded. He was pretty certain he was innocent but still dragged his feet as he headed out to the ledge where Coroth brought him down to the Lower Bowl and the entry to the infirmary. He stood beside his dragon staring at the entrance for too long if the nudging by a green head was anything to go by. Fine, you pushy beast. C'dhin gave Coroth a pat to her nose and a quick scritch to an eyeridge before he headed inside and glanced around for where S'far was being kept.
"You wanted to see me, Weyrleader?" C'dhin tried to seem confident and innocent but he felt like shit and he suspected looked like it as well.
