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13.Sep.22, 01:23 AM
As Ch'es and Pardrith had to partake in mind speak early on, the pair had grown quite accustomed to the practice and were far ahead of their classmates who were just learning how to do so. The pair had begun practicing even during class time when they were waiting their turn for lessons, trading teasing back and forth in silence. Only when Pardrith would burst out into boisterous laughter or one of the elders would listen too closely would they be found out.
While the two excelled in that field, one they failed at miserably was finding time away from each other. Mainly because they enjoyed each other's company far more than others. Ch'es was far from a social butterfly anyway, and Pardrith had grown quite used to acting as his voice. So when the pair were saddled with homework that involved their separation, it was those around them who suffered.
Pardrith took to snapping irritably at his siblings who tried to play while Ch'es continued to struggle to integrate with his classmates. It wasn't that the boy didn't know how to forge lasting friendships or bonds. He just tended to be slower and more cautious about it. Solitude remained a solid preference, which didn't necessarily fulfill the goal of the lesson. And maybe he'd begun to rely a bit too heavily on Pardrith's ability to speak for him.
With yet another afternoon spent away from his dragon, Ch'es found himself at a loss and longing to seek out wherever Pardrith had been led for some training of his own. The boy reached out through their bond and found comfort in Pard's continued presence even if he was too far to communicate fully with. It was enough for the dragonet to know he was missed.
With the task of 'socializing' determined to be too difficult, Ch'es instead opted to throw himself into the typical exercise routine. No one would really question why a weyrling was jogging so long as he avoided his specific instructor for the day. Though he supposed it couldn't be called jogging either when he ran full tilt with the entire goal of tiring and ridding himself of pent-up stress and energy from the separation from Pard. If anyone wanted him to stop, they'd simply have to catch him first. Even when the boy's chest burned from his recent foray with poisoning, Ch'es didn't stop or slow down.
While the two excelled in that field, one they failed at miserably was finding time away from each other. Mainly because they enjoyed each other's company far more than others. Ch'es was far from a social butterfly anyway, and Pardrith had grown quite used to acting as his voice. So when the pair were saddled with homework that involved their separation, it was those around them who suffered.
Pardrith took to snapping irritably at his siblings who tried to play while Ch'es continued to struggle to integrate with his classmates. It wasn't that the boy didn't know how to forge lasting friendships or bonds. He just tended to be slower and more cautious about it. Solitude remained a solid preference, which didn't necessarily fulfill the goal of the lesson. And maybe he'd begun to rely a bit too heavily on Pardrith's ability to speak for him.
With yet another afternoon spent away from his dragon, Ch'es found himself at a loss and longing to seek out wherever Pardrith had been led for some training of his own. The boy reached out through their bond and found comfort in Pard's continued presence even if he was too far to communicate fully with. It was enough for the dragonet to know he was missed.
With the task of 'socializing' determined to be too difficult, Ch'es instead opted to throw himself into the typical exercise routine. No one would really question why a weyrling was jogging so long as he avoided his specific instructor for the day. Though he supposed it couldn't be called jogging either when he ran full tilt with the entire goal of tiring and ridding himself of pent-up stress and energy from the separation from Pard. If anyone wanted him to stop, they'd simply have to catch him first. Even when the boy's chest burned from his recent foray with poisoning, Ch'es didn't stop or slow down.
