09.Jul.13, 07:56 PM
Quenym smiled at her refusal to think of going for a gold. Truthfully, he was relieved, knowing that it was... Big... To know and be friends with a goldrider. Unless he had a bronze, he wouldn't even really be allowed to look at her sideways. And Casa was too good a friend for that. "Glad ya think I'll be a good rider. Hoping that this coming Hatching I'll make my mark. Impress the best dragon ever! Maybe even a different new color like a purple, make my mark in dragon history!" He joked.
"But... It'd be nice if ya would stand with me on the Sands. It would be nice to have ya there, even if its just to cheer me on when the dragon picks me. And if ya happen to Impress as well, then it would be amazing! I'd love to be there to see that!" The boy enthused. He leaned over to nudge her with his shoulder. "Maybe just this once? Can't hurt, right?"
When he was done and tossed his own stick away, Casa took care of the fire. His shirt was dry, and he put it on and followed her to check on the nets. "Whoop! Dumb fish. They are the best kind, since they don't know they're gonna be our dinner yet!" He crowed joyfully. "I'll take care of them!" He grasped the fish in his hands and took them to shore where she had fixed them before, adding their guts to the small pile of them that the first bunch had made. He looked them over, thinking.
"I think we should take these with us. They're slimy and gross and perfect for wherry bait, don't you thi?" Quenym asked Casa conversationally. "Or maybe we can put them in one of the desks, or maybe even hide them in the storerooms! It'll take forever for someone to find them!" A wild grin lit his face t the thought of all the havoc this pile of offal could do. "But if we're gonna build that moat, better for the birds, isn't it?" He had it firmly in his head that Casa was going to help him hands down no matter what, and was making plans accordingly.
"But... It'd be nice if ya would stand with me on the Sands. It would be nice to have ya there, even if its just to cheer me on when the dragon picks me. And if ya happen to Impress as well, then it would be amazing! I'd love to be there to see that!" The boy enthused. He leaned over to nudge her with his shoulder. "Maybe just this once? Can't hurt, right?"
When he was done and tossed his own stick away, Casa took care of the fire. His shirt was dry, and he put it on and followed her to check on the nets. "Whoop! Dumb fish. They are the best kind, since they don't know they're gonna be our dinner yet!" He crowed joyfully. "I'll take care of them!" He grasped the fish in his hands and took them to shore where she had fixed them before, adding their guts to the small pile of them that the first bunch had made. He looked them over, thinking.
"I think we should take these with us. They're slimy and gross and perfect for wherry bait, don't you thi?" Quenym asked Casa conversationally. "Or maybe we can put them in one of the desks, or maybe even hide them in the storerooms! It'll take forever for someone to find them!" A wild grin lit his face t the thought of all the havoc this pile of offal could do. "But if we're gonna build that moat, better for the birds, isn't it?" He had it firmly in his head that Casa was going to help him hands down no matter what, and was making plans accordingly.