05.Aug.13, 09:12 AM
Bustling away from the crowded Sands and Gather Square, M'din called out to Armath, Do you see them? His brown eyes scanned the sea of people but, even as the Hatching wound down, the Assistant Weyrlingmaster couldn't find Peorray and her newly bonded dragonet.
Yes! By the Weyrling Barracks! Armath enthusiastically replied. The typically laid-back brown was both anxious and thrilled to meet the young gold, and dropped from his place in the skies to crawl beside M'din. What if I scare her? What if... she doesn't like me? he rumbled unhappily.
M'din stopped short, papers full of hastily scrawled notes fluttering out of his hands. He couldn't recall a time in his recent memory that Armath had ever worried about the opinion of another dragon, much less reeling in his personality to be more likable. Recollecting his thoughts and papers, M'din murmured, "It's okay buddy. You're a good guy, and I'm sure she'll see that too." The small brown mumbled disbelievingly, but continued his crawl toward the Barracks without further comment.
When they finally spotted Peorray with a shining white Hatchling at her side, Armath audibly gulped. M'din, meanwhile, had no such reservations. He rushed forward, abandoning his papers and quills in the dusty path to replace them with Peorray in his arms. Kissing her once on the lips and forehead, he wheezed, "Happy birthday; I'm so proud of you!" and squeezed her tighter. "Congratulations!"
Armath pancaked himself to the ground, snout a few paces away from the baby gold, and hummed,Hello, my name is Armath. I saw you hatch. You- you did a great job. Even as he smiled at Peorray, M'din could feel the roiling waves of apprehension emanating from his bonded; the brown was torturing himself with questions about the blonde dragonet, fearful of insulting or frightening her beyond alleviation. Am I talking down to her? Am I too overbearing? Am I too loud? Does she want to be alone?
With a final kiss to Peorray's cheek, M'din released her from his bear-hug and dropped to his knees to face the tiny gold. He reached out a large hand for her inspection, and softly said, "And happy birthday to you, too. It's so nice to meet you."
M'din stopped short, papers full of hastily scrawled notes fluttering out of his hands. He couldn't recall a time in his recent memory that Armath had ever worried about the opinion of another dragon, much less reeling in his personality to be more likable. Recollecting his thoughts and papers, M'din murmured, "It's okay buddy. You're a good guy, and I'm sure she'll see that too." The small brown mumbled disbelievingly, but continued his crawl toward the Barracks without further comment.
When they finally spotted Peorray with a shining white Hatchling at her side, Armath audibly gulped. M'din, meanwhile, had no such reservations. He rushed forward, abandoning his papers and quills in the dusty path to replace them with Peorray in his arms. Kissing her once on the lips and forehead, he wheezed, "Happy birthday; I'm so proud of you!" and squeezed her tighter. "Congratulations!"
Armath pancaked himself to the ground, snout a few paces away from the baby gold, and hummed,
With a final kiss to Peorray's cheek, M'din released her from his bear-hug and dropped to his knees to face the tiny gold. He reached out a large hand for her inspection, and softly said, "And happy birthday to you, too. It's so nice to meet you."