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27.Aug.12, 11:57 PM
[color=#D1CC76]I’m sleepy. Why do you have to be up so early? The dragon’s groggy voice washed over his rider. The man was already dressed in his leathers, which even in this place he wore as often as possible. He was a dragonrider and he wanted to be prepared for anything at any time. Because I like fresh bread. And that was as good a reason as any! [color=#D1CC76]Send the kithen ladies my regards. The dragon teased. His rider, for all his anti-social qualities tended to make good with the cooks. Never bite the hand that feeds…that was the lesson there. Dawn was Ph’yn’s favorite time of day. The sun’s light was only barely touching the horizon, leaving the world in a haze. The air was cool, somewhat crisp, well as crisp as it was going to be here in the South.
He could take a deep breath in knowing that a new day had begun, his dragon was alive and healthy and he could make it through one more. The Bronzerider lived on the outskirts of Katila, his hut as far out as they would allow. If it had been up to him, which was obviously not the case, he would have chosen to live outside of Katila’s boundaries. Deshenoreth would have been fine so long as Ph’yn still worked with the Katilan’s and went along with their plans for the Weyr. Ph’yn was not always understanding of leadership and he hated to be lorded over but there were people who earned his respect. For that reason and that reason alone had Ph’yn finally consigned himself to living among the others without being too upset. They had allowed him to live as far away from the center of the Weyr as they felt proper.
Deshenoreth needed a wide berth anyway. It was better to live in a hut where there were not a bunch of them built close together. The large beast was not clumsy but he certainly was not an agile creature especially on the ground. His thoughts of his dragon kept his mood up. He would do anything to make Deshenoreth happy. The Bronzerider walked passed many huts on his way to the kitchens. He enjoyed his walk in the morning. Not many people were up except those that had to work early in the morning and those people were involved in the tasks at hand. They did not have time to notice him or say hello. Ph’yn much preferred things be that way. The sentiment was nice and all but the man simply did not care for idle chatter. Hi, hello, how are you this morning, it was all trivial to him. He did not really know any of the people who said things of that nature to him. What was his answer supposed to be? I’m great, my life is so wonderful I forgot to tell you how much I love spending time among all of you disease carrying, simpletons.
Okay, the wording was a little harsh but his point was still, the whole concept had no point. Asking someone how they are doing made absolutely no sense. Most people would respond with an answer that was as vague as could be. Fine being among one of the most used. Fine was so nondescript all one could determine was that the person was alive. He was still going on about all of it in his head when he smelled the bread baking. Fresh bread and some fruit would really start the morning off well. He didn’t bother asking if they were prepared for people to eat yet. He never really liked waiting outside the kitchens. Most of the cooks seemed not to mind him being in there so long as he didn’t get in the way. Often he managed to help rather than hinder them. He did not mind washing some dishes or lifting heavy bags of flour if it meant getting some fresh bread.
Walking over to one of the cooks, he let them know he was hoping for something fresh from the ovens. The response being, of course he was, he was in there all the time for food. Some things really had not changed since he was a boy. The man was always hungry and never seemed to gain weight. As he stepped aside, he nearly fell onto one of the children who helped in the kitchen. Ph’yn had not even seen the boy and pivoted on his heel to keep himself from landing on the small child. Once he steadied himself, he looked at the boy concerned that he might have actually struck him during his avoidance of falling down, “Kid, are you alright?”
He could take a deep breath in knowing that a new day had begun, his dragon was alive and healthy and he could make it through one more. The Bronzerider lived on the outskirts of Katila, his hut as far out as they would allow. If it had been up to him, which was obviously not the case, he would have chosen to live outside of Katila’s boundaries. Deshenoreth would have been fine so long as Ph’yn still worked with the Katilan’s and went along with their plans for the Weyr. Ph’yn was not always understanding of leadership and he hated to be lorded over but there were people who earned his respect. For that reason and that reason alone had Ph’yn finally consigned himself to living among the others without being too upset. They had allowed him to live as far away from the center of the Weyr as they felt proper.
Deshenoreth needed a wide berth anyway. It was better to live in a hut where there were not a bunch of them built close together. The large beast was not clumsy but he certainly was not an agile creature especially on the ground. His thoughts of his dragon kept his mood up. He would do anything to make Deshenoreth happy. The Bronzerider walked passed many huts on his way to the kitchens. He enjoyed his walk in the morning. Not many people were up except those that had to work early in the morning and those people were involved in the tasks at hand. They did not have time to notice him or say hello. Ph’yn much preferred things be that way. The sentiment was nice and all but the man simply did not care for idle chatter. Hi, hello, how are you this morning, it was all trivial to him. He did not really know any of the people who said things of that nature to him. What was his answer supposed to be? I’m great, my life is so wonderful I forgot to tell you how much I love spending time among all of you disease carrying, simpletons.
Okay, the wording was a little harsh but his point was still, the whole concept had no point. Asking someone how they are doing made absolutely no sense. Most people would respond with an answer that was as vague as could be. Fine being among one of the most used. Fine was so nondescript all one could determine was that the person was alive. He was still going on about all of it in his head when he smelled the bread baking. Fresh bread and some fruit would really start the morning off well. He didn’t bother asking if they were prepared for people to eat yet. He never really liked waiting outside the kitchens. Most of the cooks seemed not to mind him being in there so long as he didn’t get in the way. Often he managed to help rather than hinder them. He did not mind washing some dishes or lifting heavy bags of flour if it meant getting some fresh bread.
Walking over to one of the cooks, he let them know he was hoping for something fresh from the ovens. The response being, of course he was, he was in there all the time for food. Some things really had not changed since he was a boy. The man was always hungry and never seemed to gain weight. As he stepped aside, he nearly fell onto one of the children who helped in the kitchen. Ph’yn had not even seen the boy and pivoted on his heel to keep himself from landing on the small child. Once he steadied himself, he looked at the boy concerned that he might have actually struck him during his avoidance of falling down, “Kid, are you alright?”
Deshenoreth Speech
