06.Mar.12, 10:09 PM
The wry twist of Breccan's mouth spoke eloquently of what she thought those 'skills' would be. Perhaps Lym was right about the Holdless being the off-spring of criminals rather than criminals themselves, but she remembered plenty of petty thievery when a traveling caravan had tried to sell some baubles to the folk of Fort Hold. One man had even woken to find his best runner gone, and nothing but wheel-tracks left of the caravan.
"I'm not as confident as you are that they'd even want to be trained in our way. From what I understand, they have a sense of community all their own," she answered, her tone non-committal. She took another sip of tea, enjoying the heat outside and in. This branch of the conversation held no immediate profit for her, so she abandoned it with a sigh.
"Have you met many of the dragonriders? I'm curious what sort of people steal Northerners from their homes," she said, her light tone belying her critical words. After a pause, she found another question. "Did you have any positive reactions at the Touching? I assume the purpose of the whole thing is to give us a sense of how we might do when they finally break apart. I'm not as confident about all that 'bonding with the eggs.'" She snorted lightly. Certainly her own experience had been a wash. She could not say, necessarily, that one of the shells had reacted negatively, only that she had disliked the reaction, and formed very strong opinions on bonding the young inside either of the shells she'd touched. One had dismissed her out of hand; the other had been simply mad. She had no desire to be bonded life-long with a mad dragon. Even imagining it was unpleasant, and she quickly pulled her mind away from that.
"I'm not as confident as you are that they'd even want to be trained in our way. From what I understand, they have a sense of community all their own," she answered, her tone non-committal. She took another sip of tea, enjoying the heat outside and in. This branch of the conversation held no immediate profit for her, so she abandoned it with a sigh.
"Have you met many of the dragonriders? I'm curious what sort of people steal Northerners from their homes," she said, her light tone belying her critical words. After a pause, she found another question. "Did you have any positive reactions at the Touching? I assume the purpose of the whole thing is to give us a sense of how we might do when they finally break apart. I'm not as confident about all that 'bonding with the eggs.'" She snorted lightly. Certainly her own experience had been a wash. She could not say, necessarily, that one of the shells had reacted negatively, only that she had disliked the reaction, and formed very strong opinions on bonding the young inside either of the shells she'd touched. One had dismissed her out of hand; the other had been simply mad. She had no desire to be bonded life-long with a mad dragon. Even imagining it was unpleasant, and she quickly pulled her mind away from that.