23.Apr.23, 09:35 PM
Ereben flinched when T'ryn touched his shoulder and started to twist away, his face distrusting, but he paused, realizing that he didn't really have room to run and that the bronzerider was trying to be nice. No one would care that he was Holdless? Really? Okay, so maybe there was a pecking order but Ereben could deal with that, trump that, whatever. And he didn't think he was going be a greenrider. Those were girl dragons, that he knew, and he wasn't a girl person so he wasn't going to be a green's rider.
It made sense to him at least.
But Candidates got respect? No one lifting a hand against him? Ereben's expression turned pensive. Telgar or High Reaches? No, he wasn't going to be indecisive. He said High Reaches and he was going to stick with it. He didn't anyone was going to be looking for him here, not this high up in the mountains, and that worked just fine. Besides, if T'ryn was right, one Weyr was as good as another and Ereben wasn't the type to cling to someone (especially someone he had just met) in order to figure out how to navigate a new place.
He didn't like the idea of having to tell this other Weyrsecond about his scars but he'd fess up. Just as long as no one asked him names or locations because Ereben didn't want justice or vengeance or any of that. He wanted a new life.
So when he looked back at T'ryn, there was convinction in his young eyes. "Down," he said decisively.
He'd carve his own path in this new Weyr.
It made sense to him at least.
But Candidates got respect? No one lifting a hand against him? Ereben's expression turned pensive. Telgar or High Reaches? No, he wasn't going to be indecisive. He said High Reaches and he was going to stick with it. He didn't anyone was going to be looking for him here, not this high up in the mountains, and that worked just fine. Besides, if T'ryn was right, one Weyr was as good as another and Ereben wasn't the type to cling to someone (especially someone he had just met) in order to figure out how to navigate a new place.
He didn't like the idea of having to tell this other Weyrsecond about his scars but he'd fess up. Just as long as no one asked him names or locations because Ereben didn't want justice or vengeance or any of that. He wanted a new life.
So when he looked back at T'ryn, there was convinction in his young eyes. "Down," he said decisively.
He'd carve his own path in this new Weyr.