08.Jul.22, 04:25 AM
Chironhes had developed something of a schedule for himself in the mornings. Ever since meeting Malvayth and Cazan, his first stop before heading to the stables to start work early usually involved a trip to the Sands. Going after to see Mal when he smelled of horses usually involved a lot of bellyaching about how he shouldn't spend so much time with the animals who were frankly an insult to dragonkind according to the gold, so he made sure to visit her as his first stop. Chirp, too, enjoyed their visits and would slide down along the dragon's snout from the top of her head before leaping in the air to wheel around in lazy circles while her boy found the gold's itchy spots.
The boy had no reason to think this morning was any different. Most of the Weyr still slumbered, including Sironar and Fancy Lad, and the sun had yet to rise. This time of the morning was always his favorite because he could pretend the rest of the world was forced into the same silence he was. Except for the canaries, of course. They woke earliest and trilled their territorial songs as soon as possible each day.
Just starting to enter the Sands, Chir rubbed at his sleepy eyes and readied a smile for Malvayth. Good morning, he greeted before he even saw her, used to the gold reaching out quickly. Your personal spare scratcher is here, he thought with a wide yawn. Because, obviously, Cazan was Mal's preferred scratcher. Chir didn't mind being referred to as a spare, though. That she enjoyed his presence at all was enough for him!
The boy had no reason to think this morning was any different. Most of the Weyr still slumbered, including Sironar and Fancy Lad, and the sun had yet to rise. This time of the morning was always his favorite because he could pretend the rest of the world was forced into the same silence he was. Except for the canaries, of course. They woke earliest and trilled their territorial songs as soon as possible each day.
Just starting to enter the Sands, Chir rubbed at his sleepy eyes and readied a smile for Malvayth. Good morning, he greeted before he even saw her, used to the gold reaching out quickly. Your personal spare scratcher is here, he thought with a wide yawn. Because, obviously, Cazan was Mal's preferred scratcher. Chir didn't mind being referred to as a spare, though. That she enjoyed his presence at all was enough for him!