20.Jul.22, 06:57 AM
Syrendryth still wasn't talking to the boy and was just barely paying him enough attention to catch the thoughts to pass along to his rider. It was more than T'ryn could hope for, honestly, and he didn't make any comments about his dragon's lack of efforts. It would be his luck he'd annoy Syrendryth by asking him to engage a little more and have the dragon not help at all at a later time. If they were going to hunt together, T'ryn definitely wanted to make sure they had some way to communicate if there was trouble.
T'ryn gave Chir a reassuring smile when the fear of missing a Hatching was conveyed. "A Hatching is on average about thirty-five days from when they clutch. Some might be a little earlier or a little later but we'll be okay if we do a trip soon." Not even Malvayth could manage to encourage her babies to make an appearance weeks earlier as part of another fun surprise. He hesitated for a moment, stuck on that thought with a fear growing and then shook his head. No, that wasn't possible. There wouldn't be a Hatching in the next few days.
Hearing about Tiberuth's hope for a quick trip due to a certain upcoming Flight had T'ryn frowning. Some of his siblings teased him about how he enjoyed tracking various things but he found charting when the golds Rose to be fascinating and beneficial. Some of them had changed their timing over the years and their clutch sizes were fluctuating as well. They were taught that the dragons knew when Thread was returning and adjusted and prepared accordingly. With the larger clutches due to this? How far in advance did the dragons start preparing or were the calculations for when Thread would return off?
Thoughts for another time. He turned to look at both dragons, "Is Neryseth starting to glow already?" They were approaching her estimated timeframe but T'ryn had personally put her down for at least another week from now. Syrendryth assured him Neryseth wasn't going up any time soon and T'ryn relaxed. It still gave them some time to ready themselves and get down to Katila. "We'll get you back here in time, Tiberuth. I wouldn't want Xyxyth to steal your lady without you even being here." He was teasing the dragon and maybe a little of himself as well. He wasn't jealous or worried or upset since his initial freakout over A'tay landing in bed with Cazan when there was nothing he could even do to stop it but that didn't mean he couldn't be the one poking fun at it happening in the first place.
"Careful, Rynzie," T'ryn gently guided his daughter's hand to the green firelizard that Syrendryth shared was named Chirp when her hand went darting out. She could be just as strong as her brother and sometimes quicker which made him nervous when the kids were around certain items or people. "She looks younger than Sir and probably doesn't like deep massages like you give him." Sir glared at him from around Carynza for taking away his masseuse or for indulging a silly green flitter--it was hard to tell most of the time. But T'ryn ignored him to make sure Chirp was okay.
T'ryn gave Chir a reassuring smile when the fear of missing a Hatching was conveyed. "A Hatching is on average about thirty-five days from when they clutch. Some might be a little earlier or a little later but we'll be okay if we do a trip soon." Not even Malvayth could manage to encourage her babies to make an appearance weeks earlier as part of another fun surprise. He hesitated for a moment, stuck on that thought with a fear growing and then shook his head. No, that wasn't possible. There wouldn't be a Hatching in the next few days.
Hearing about Tiberuth's hope for a quick trip due to a certain upcoming Flight had T'ryn frowning. Some of his siblings teased him about how he enjoyed tracking various things but he found charting when the golds Rose to be fascinating and beneficial. Some of them had changed their timing over the years and their clutch sizes were fluctuating as well. They were taught that the dragons knew when Thread was returning and adjusted and prepared accordingly. With the larger clutches due to this? How far in advance did the dragons start preparing or were the calculations for when Thread would return off?
Thoughts for another time. He turned to look at both dragons, "Is Neryseth starting to glow already?" They were approaching her estimated timeframe but T'ryn had personally put her down for at least another week from now. Syrendryth assured him Neryseth wasn't going up any time soon and T'ryn relaxed. It still gave them some time to ready themselves and get down to Katila. "We'll get you back here in time, Tiberuth. I wouldn't want Xyxyth to steal your lady without you even being here." He was teasing the dragon and maybe a little of himself as well. He wasn't jealous or worried or upset since his initial freakout over A'tay landing in bed with Cazan when there was nothing he could even do to stop it but that didn't mean he couldn't be the one poking fun at it happening in the first place.
"Careful, Rynzie," T'ryn gently guided his daughter's hand to the green firelizard that Syrendryth shared was named Chirp when her hand went darting out. She could be just as strong as her brother and sometimes quicker which made him nervous when the kids were around certain items or people. "She looks younger than Sir and probably doesn't like deep massages like you give him." Sir glared at him from around Carynza for taking away his masseuse or for indulging a silly green flitter--it was hard to tell most of the time. But T'ryn ignored him to make sure Chirp was okay.