07.Oct.13, 11:39 PM
Faredin and Diolon greeted the storm with much relief- and a brief but intense mud-slinging fight that left no clear winner despite both boys' boasts to the effect. Dirty and tired, Faredin was engaged in the slow process of herding his younger brother back to their room to get cleaned up when they became aware of the humming around them. Diolon was quick to grin and dart off toward the Hatching Circuit- but Faredin's reaching hand was quicker to clamp down on his nearest arm.
"Come on!" He directed sharply, half-dragging his brother toward their room. "Mum'll kill us if we show up like this at a Hatching!"
By the time they got back, the continuing rain had thankfully washed enough mud off their skin that a vigorous scrub did for the rest. Ignoring Diolon's resentful glare, Faredin shoved clean clothes at his brother and shimmied into his own between urgent nags to hurry up.
"Why?" Diolon questioned even as he obeyed his brother's orders out of lifelong habit. "They're not gonna be our dragons anyway."
Faredin huffed out an annoyed breath, hating the reminder that he was still a few months short of being old enough to Stand. Even if it was for a smaller clutch. "But the next ones might be mine, and I don't want the golds or their riders to think I can't be bothered to show enough respect to be there on time. Now, come on!"
Diolon grumbled all the way, but seemed just as relieved as Faredin when they climbed the stands to realize they hadn't missed anything.
Sigh. Little brothers...
"Come on!" He directed sharply, half-dragging his brother toward their room. "Mum'll kill us if we show up like this at a Hatching!"
By the time they got back, the continuing rain had thankfully washed enough mud off their skin that a vigorous scrub did for the rest. Ignoring Diolon's resentful glare, Faredin shoved clean clothes at his brother and shimmied into his own between urgent nags to hurry up.
"Why?" Diolon questioned even as he obeyed his brother's orders out of lifelong habit. "They're not gonna be our dragons anyway."
Faredin huffed out an annoyed breath, hating the reminder that he was still a few months short of being old enough to Stand. Even if it was for a smaller clutch. "But the next ones might be mine, and I don't want the golds or their riders to think I can't be bothered to show enough respect to be there on time. Now, come on!"
Diolon grumbled all the way, but seemed just as relieved as Faredin when they climbed the stands to realize they hadn't missed anything.
Sigh. Little brothers...