26.Jan.12, 01:46 AM
Ah, E'lore. The Weyrlady.
Admittedly, women aback browns did make him uncomfortable. He'd been willing to look past it so far, if only because E'lore had proven herself competent. The pregnancy was also distasteful, but he saw no reason to pressure her to terminate by going between since thread wasn't falling. That was the real problem; good dragonriders unable to fight thread because of their troublesome childbearing.
So far, he had no real reason to dislike E'lore, so he gave her a cordial wave and nodded. "Trouble, you say? Do they need a talking to?"
Have they been listening in on us? E'lore and Uhoroth? he asked Ronarth. Yes! the bronze replied, completely unconcerned. It didn't even occur to him to 'cause trouble' with Uhoroth, or Grith, or anyone for that matter. Ronarth mostly just wanted to make friends. In accordance with that fact, he reached out to Uhoroth. Hello he said softly.
D'ren turned towards E'lore and flashed a weary but playful smile. "I'd be more than willing, if only so no one else has to be a bad guy," he commented. At least they had weyrbrats now, he thought almost cheerfully. The population was steadily growing. He would take troublesome weyrbrats over none at all. Weyrbrats grew into sturdy dragonriders. Thread was how far away now? Less than thirty turns. It felt closer than it actually was, but a monumental amount of work lay ahead of them. They would need those turns.
D'ren took another sip of his wine. I must admit, I didn't expect this kind of company he said. ]I don't think that green likes me very much Ronarth replied simply, for it puzzled him. What had he done to her?!
Defiantly, the bronze decided to do something about it. Did I offend Grith? he asked Par'a directly, ignoring the fact that she couldn't really respond to him.
Admittedly, women aback browns did make him uncomfortable. He'd been willing to look past it so far, if only because E'lore had proven herself competent. The pregnancy was also distasteful, but he saw no reason to pressure her to terminate by going between since thread wasn't falling. That was the real problem; good dragonriders unable to fight thread because of their troublesome childbearing.
So far, he had no real reason to dislike E'lore, so he gave her a cordial wave and nodded. "Trouble, you say? Do they need a talking to?"
Have they been listening in on us? E'lore and Uhoroth? he asked Ronarth. Yes! the bronze replied, completely unconcerned. It didn't even occur to him to 'cause trouble' with Uhoroth, or Grith, or anyone for that matter. Ronarth mostly just wanted to make friends. In accordance with that fact, he reached out to Uhoroth. Hello he said softly.
D'ren turned towards E'lore and flashed a weary but playful smile. "I'd be more than willing, if only so no one else has to be a bad guy," he commented. At least they had weyrbrats now, he thought almost cheerfully. The population was steadily growing. He would take troublesome weyrbrats over none at all. Weyrbrats grew into sturdy dragonriders. Thread was how far away now? Less than thirty turns. It felt closer than it actually was, but a monumental amount of work lay ahead of them. They would need those turns.
D'ren took another sip of his wine. I must admit, I didn't expect this kind of company he said. ]I don't think that green likes me very much Ronarth replied simply, for it puzzled him. What had he done to her?!
Defiantly, the bronze decided to do something about it. Did I offend Grith? he asked Par'a directly, ignoring the fact that she couldn't really respond to him.