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14.Nov.13, 06:11 AM
S'cer squinted at the dark shape overhead, not quite able to pick Khaduceth out due to distance and the rain. The size of the dragon alone indicated that he wasn't one of S'cer's class, and he sighed, quite certain that if anyone needed more to gossip about, this might be good fodder. It wasn't until T'lian spoke that it registered with S'cer as to who it was, and he jumped up straight away, sloughing off excess mud where he could along his arms and legs, face going red. "Er, ah, T'lian! Fancy seeing you here!"
S'cer wasn't quite used to being anything less than composed, and being caught unaware was embarrassing enough without it being T'lian, who he generally wanted to impress and, well, not seem a complete failure around. He hadn't really seen T'lian properly since his Impression, at least not enough to have had an in-depth conversation, what with his being busy with Quelseth and then the heatstroke and sickness in the Weyr keeping everyone busy.
"Er, we were flying? But Quelseth's got a bit of a cough, so I sent her on ahead." It was typical that S'cer thought of Quelseth before himself, but it was more to the point that he wanted to retain some bit of normalcy. Just because he had a dragon didn't mean he still couldn't walk places, even if flying was easier. Quelseth had a hard enough time as it was with flying, especially with any amount of wind, and S'cer tended to coddle her a bit. She wasn't incapable of flying, but preferred non-windy, calm weather for it, which S'cer found logical. "And now I'm filthy, so I'd advise you to watch your step."
S'cer grinned at T'lian, tugging off the his gloves and tucking them into his riding belt so he could wipe the worst of the mud spatters off with the heel of his hand. "I thought the pair of you didn't fly so well, and yet here you are, coming to rescue me." S'cer laughed, because it was hard to picture T'lian, for all his superior intelligence, coming to the aid of any damsel in distress. "I'm flattered, truly."
S'cer wasn't quite used to being anything less than composed, and being caught unaware was embarrassing enough without it being T'lian, who he generally wanted to impress and, well, not seem a complete failure around. He hadn't really seen T'lian properly since his Impression, at least not enough to have had an in-depth conversation, what with his being busy with Quelseth and then the heatstroke and sickness in the Weyr keeping everyone busy.
"Er, we were flying? But Quelseth's got a bit of a cough, so I sent her on ahead." It was typical that S'cer thought of Quelseth before himself, but it was more to the point that he wanted to retain some bit of normalcy. Just because he had a dragon didn't mean he still couldn't walk places, even if flying was easier. Quelseth had a hard enough time as it was with flying, especially with any amount of wind, and S'cer tended to coddle her a bit. She wasn't incapable of flying, but preferred non-windy, calm weather for it, which S'cer found logical. "And now I'm filthy, so I'd advise you to watch your step."
S'cer grinned at T'lian, tugging off the his gloves and tucking them into his riding belt so he could wipe the worst of the mud spatters off with the heel of his hand. "I thought the pair of you didn't fly so well, and yet here you are, coming to rescue me." S'cer laughed, because it was hard to picture T'lian, for all his superior intelligence, coming to the aid of any damsel in distress. "I'm flattered, truly."
