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29.Jul.22, 09:51 AM
T’ryn was used to being nudged awake since the birth of the twins. If their crying didn’t wake him directly, then Cazan or Lady would poke him when it was his turn to check on them. Since he could feel the comforting weight of Lady against his head, he knew the kids didn’t need him so that meant it was Cazan directly or maybe even something with Malvayth. Once Lady was plucked away from him, T’ryn sat up with a yawn and tilted his head in question, as if he hadn’t quite heard correctly. Then again, it was Malvayth so nothing should surprise him anymore.
“Tazikel is going to love me for yet another night visit,” T’ryn mumbled with a glance at the lordling in their bed that also hated being woken before the proper amount of desired sleep. He leaned in and gave Cazan a kiss, taking just enough time to remind her not to panic and worry about times. “She won’t be the first to have an early Hatching, though she might hold the record now,” he teased his mate before getting up to dress so he could fetch his sister’s preferred lordling while trying to remember if any other siblings had made requests. After dressing, he shooed Cazan off to do her goldrider duties with a promise that he would get the kids to the crèche before he left.
Two sleepy toddlers were a handful but he somehow managed to convince Yfris to help carry them down to the crèche. T’ryn made a mental note to tell Cazan about the secret that a groggy Yfris was far more agreeable to assisting with babies than a fully awake one was. But with that task done, Yfris was also shooed off to the Hatching grounds and Syrendryth was mounted up and they were off to play ferry.
It took a little persuading to see Tazikel but T’ryn used the reminder that Mylorah had given him that it had been agreed upon that the second son would attend this Hatching to keep relations with key people strong. It then took some more time for the lordling to be convinced he was as handsome as always and that Mylorah would pout at him forever if he took too long. Finally they were ready to go, returning to Telgar Weyr before any eggs started cracking. T’ryn hadn’t been too worried but, again, with anything having to do with Malvayth, it was better to be err on the side of caution.
He guided Tazikel over to where Yfris sat and plunked the lordlings down together so they could catch up while he turned to Cazan when she came over for a quick hug. He wished they were standing out there together but Syrendryth was happy with Bedith and T’ryn would never try to force his dragon to change anything for him. However, he couldn’t help but want to trade spots with his brother. A’tay looked ready to die where he stood and T’ryn knew a lot of that would be from the attention placed on him even though in truth, most people would be watching the eggs and not the rider of the sire. But he easily remembered his first time out there and how terrified he had been. “Take care of A’tay for me. I think he might need you as much as Mal needs Xyxyth,” he whispered just before she left to return to her spot.
Soon after, a chirp and the feeling of a flitter on his head had T'ryn wondering what it was that drew firelizards to him but also who this one was. He caught a glimpse of a green tail and finally clued in with the colouring. "Chirp? You're going to have to move to my shoulder or lap. It'll be better for both of us." He gave his shoulder a pat and smiled when she hopped down, giving her a little nuzzle in thanks.
“Tazikel is going to love me for yet another night visit,” T’ryn mumbled with a glance at the lordling in their bed that also hated being woken before the proper amount of desired sleep. He leaned in and gave Cazan a kiss, taking just enough time to remind her not to panic and worry about times. “She won’t be the first to have an early Hatching, though she might hold the record now,” he teased his mate before getting up to dress so he could fetch his sister’s preferred lordling while trying to remember if any other siblings had made requests. After dressing, he shooed Cazan off to do her goldrider duties with a promise that he would get the kids to the crèche before he left.
Two sleepy toddlers were a handful but he somehow managed to convince Yfris to help carry them down to the crèche. T’ryn made a mental note to tell Cazan about the secret that a groggy Yfris was far more agreeable to assisting with babies than a fully awake one was. But with that task done, Yfris was also shooed off to the Hatching grounds and Syrendryth was mounted up and they were off to play ferry.
It took a little persuading to see Tazikel but T’ryn used the reminder that Mylorah had given him that it had been agreed upon that the second son would attend this Hatching to keep relations with key people strong. It then took some more time for the lordling to be convinced he was as handsome as always and that Mylorah would pout at him forever if he took too long. Finally they were ready to go, returning to Telgar Weyr before any eggs started cracking. T’ryn hadn’t been too worried but, again, with anything having to do with Malvayth, it was better to be err on the side of caution.
He guided Tazikel over to where Yfris sat and plunked the lordlings down together so they could catch up while he turned to Cazan when she came over for a quick hug. He wished they were standing out there together but Syrendryth was happy with Bedith and T’ryn would never try to force his dragon to change anything for him. However, he couldn’t help but want to trade spots with his brother. A’tay looked ready to die where he stood and T’ryn knew a lot of that would be from the attention placed on him even though in truth, most people would be watching the eggs and not the rider of the sire. But he easily remembered his first time out there and how terrified he had been. “Take care of A’tay for me. I think he might need you as much as Mal needs Xyxyth,” he whispered just before she left to return to her spot.
Soon after, a chirp and the feeling of a flitter on his head had T'ryn wondering what it was that drew firelizards to him but also who this one was. He caught a glimpse of a green tail and finally clued in with the colouring. "Chirp? You're going to have to move to my shoulder or lap. It'll be better for both of us." He gave his shoulder a pat and smiled when she hopped down, giving her a little nuzzle in thanks.
