27.Sep.13, 09:19 AM
His brow furrowed in concentration, Trel worked at the lock. There was a gentle clink and scrape of metal as he tried to find just the right position to produce that almost magical click. He was glad to have Z'jan as a look out since it meant he could focus more on the task at hand. If anyone did happen to come along they would still be trapped in a dead end hallway. He worry about that if it happened. For now his concentration was on getting the door unlocked.
Z'jan's presences disturbed some distant memory. Sure he'd probably seen him around the Weyr. Katila wasn't that big, though not everyone paid candidates much attention. They were basically just staff unless they impressed. He nodded absently, taking a second to glance up at the rider, "She'll rise eventually I suppose. I'm sure there are some who wouldn't mind having a late riser. Not saying your one of them of course." He'd never been put off by flights like some candidates could be. He had the son to prove it. He may have enjoyed them a little too much in the beginning. After Tenmar's birth he's eased back a bit. He didn't regret the child, but he didn't want more kids running about than he could keep track of.
Trelanvor paused, leaning back on his heels and flexing his hands. "Yup, few turns back now. Seems like a lifetime ago sometimes." He replied, looking toward Z'jan. "You were stolen too weren't you." He paused, searching his memories. "Not too long after me. Though you seem to have had better luck." He sighed softly as he set back to working away at the lock. Trel's first couple turns at the Katila had been a little wild. He'd fully enjoyed the freedoms of the Weyr and common sense had taken a backseat to enjoying himself. Stupidly breaking his wrist and missing a hatching had been a bit of a wake up call. He wasn't exactly reformed, but he wasn't nearly as reckless as he had been.
Z'jan's presences disturbed some distant memory. Sure he'd probably seen him around the Weyr. Katila wasn't that big, though not everyone paid candidates much attention. They were basically just staff unless they impressed. He nodded absently, taking a second to glance up at the rider, "She'll rise eventually I suppose. I'm sure there are some who wouldn't mind having a late riser. Not saying your one of them of course." He'd never been put off by flights like some candidates could be. He had the son to prove it. He may have enjoyed them a little too much in the beginning. After Tenmar's birth he's eased back a bit. He didn't regret the child, but he didn't want more kids running about than he could keep track of.
Trelanvor paused, leaning back on his heels and flexing his hands. "Yup, few turns back now. Seems like a lifetime ago sometimes." He replied, looking toward Z'jan. "You were stolen too weren't you." He paused, searching his memories. "Not too long after me. Though you seem to have had better luck." He sighed softly as he set back to working away at the lock. Trel's first couple turns at the Katila had been a little wild. He'd fully enjoyed the freedoms of the Weyr and common sense had taken a backseat to enjoying himself. Stupidly breaking his wrist and missing a hatching had been a bit of a wake up call. He wasn't exactly reformed, but he wasn't nearly as reckless as he had been.