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28.May.22, 11:05 AM
Aili studied him, as he studied her, after she’d given her name, though her blush was creeping back up her cheeks when the silence stretched out between them. Finally, he gave her his name, and she mulled it over silently for a few minutes. She’d taken in a lot of names over the past several weeks, and many of them had been accompanied by dragons. It wasn’t until he stepped forward to examine the little firelizard she was still holding up, that she realised he was a lot younger than she had assumed. He was very tall, and didn’t have the gangly look of the teenagers she’d been around back at the Hold, so she had assumed he was well into manhood. But his face was young, and she blinked at him blankly for a moment.
“Oh, right,” she said softly, gaze drifting back to the little mini-dragon that was very much asleep on her arm now. The puzzle of who the bluerider was, however, was pushed aside by the question he posed of her next, and she blinked again before looking up at him in surprise. She had know, but also somehow forgotten, that she would be the one naming the little firelizard that had Hatched and had, thankfully, claimed her as his own. She shook her head slowly, before adding her voice to the action. “No,” she said honestly, on a low tone, and looked back at the firelizard.
What could she call him? Well, at least she knew he was a he, and while she didn’t know if he was bronze or brown yet, she did know he’d be one of those, since he very clearly was not a blue. She didn’t think she wanted to name him after his colour, though. Boulder or Dirt weren’t very attractive names, and he was a very fine little fellow in her opinion. He needed a majestic name, something for him to live up to. A smile suddenly broke over her lips, and she looked up at her companion. “Prince,” she said, thinking of the young men that often swept in to save the day in the fun stories she usually read. It was a suitably regal name, she felt, and would give him all the confidence he might ever need.
With a name decided upon, Aili was able to go back to the previous puzzle of who N’lis was; it came to her in a sudden rush, and she flicked her gaze back up to him, curiosity clear on her features, despite the dim lighting. “You’re R’nya’s son!” she said brightly, her voice still pitched low so as not to startle the firelizard or echo in the otherwise quietness of the empty kitchen. “Rhaedalyn said I just missed meeting you the other day. He Searched me, too,” she lifted her chin a little, smiling a little proudly. She was excited to be at the Weyr, and to hopefully Impress. Rhaedalyn had even suggested she sign up to learn how to be a Healer, and R’nya had encouraged that as well. Aili wasn’t sure she’d make a very good healer, but she was willing to try!
“Oh, right,” she said softly, gaze drifting back to the little mini-dragon that was very much asleep on her arm now. The puzzle of who the bluerider was, however, was pushed aside by the question he posed of her next, and she blinked again before looking up at him in surprise. She had know, but also somehow forgotten, that she would be the one naming the little firelizard that had Hatched and had, thankfully, claimed her as his own. She shook her head slowly, before adding her voice to the action. “No,” she said honestly, on a low tone, and looked back at the firelizard.
What could she call him? Well, at least she knew he was a he, and while she didn’t know if he was bronze or brown yet, she did know he’d be one of those, since he very clearly was not a blue. She didn’t think she wanted to name him after his colour, though. Boulder or Dirt weren’t very attractive names, and he was a very fine little fellow in her opinion. He needed a majestic name, something for him to live up to. A smile suddenly broke over her lips, and she looked up at her companion. “Prince,” she said, thinking of the young men that often swept in to save the day in the fun stories she usually read. It was a suitably regal name, she felt, and would give him all the confidence he might ever need.
With a name decided upon, Aili was able to go back to the previous puzzle of who N’lis was; it came to her in a sudden rush, and she flicked her gaze back up to him, curiosity clear on her features, despite the dim lighting. “You’re R’nya’s son!” she said brightly, her voice still pitched low so as not to startle the firelizard or echo in the otherwise quietness of the empty kitchen. “Rhaedalyn said I just missed meeting you the other day. He Searched me, too,” she lifted her chin a little, smiling a little proudly. She was excited to be at the Weyr, and to hopefully Impress. Rhaedalyn had even suggested she sign up to learn how to be a Healer, and R’nya had encouraged that as well. Aili wasn’t sure she’d make a very good healer, but she was willing to try!
