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01.May.15, 12:06 AM
As it turned out, T’ryn’s unimportant things of the day this time happened to be helping his mother in the crèche. He was watching the little ones while she prepared their midday snacks. It wasn’t something he exactly liked doing but he had grown up helping her and understood the importance of her job and he still liked making her happy and proud of him. Today, however, a couple of the younger ones were more vocal than usual with their constant screams and discomfort. Apparently one was teething and the other was just cranky. Syrendryth was less than pleased by all of the commotion and only lessened his grumblings when T’ryn reminded him that they were children and couldn’t help it.
That being said, T’ryn nearly jumped for joy himself when Syrendryth let him know N’mor was looking for him. It was the perfect excuse to get away as soon as his mom was back and it was exactly what he did when she came in with a tray filled with the items for the little rugrats. “N’mor needs my assistance, so I’ll see you later, mom!” He gave her a quick wave and was out the door before any of the kids intercepted him. It was amazing how fast some of them could move!
Why do you still help in there when you don’t seem to enjoy it? Syrendryth asked as T’ryn found him sitting primly not too far away from the building. It always amazed T’ryn at how his dragon turned out. He was so lanky in his early days and now he was a solid dragon that was well-proportioned and held himself regally. It gave him even more confidence that when they were older they would easily get a position as Wingleader. He didn’t want Weyrleader as that position seemed far more limiting and involved more of the type of work he didn’t like but Wingleader was about strategy and making a group of dragons and their riders work as one.
“She’s my mother, Syrendryth. I help her because she asked me to and I’d be a horrible son if I ignored such a simple request. It’s like how I help N’mor. He’s my friend and that’s what friends do,” T’ryn shrugged, not sure what else to say on the matter. It made sense to him and he figured his dragon would come to the same conclusion soon enough.
They walked mostly in silence as they made their way to the Gather grounds and T’ryn called out a greeting to his friend when N’mor was in sight. Just like his dragon’s size amazed him, T’ryn was still impressed by N’mor’s ability to adapt and conquer anything that tried to slow him down, including losing a limb. He could still do most things alone but even the way he didn’t let pride get in his way when he did need assistance was inspiring. “I was helping in the crèche but escaped when I could. What’s up?”
That being said, T’ryn nearly jumped for joy himself when Syrendryth let him know N’mor was looking for him. It was the perfect excuse to get away as soon as his mom was back and it was exactly what he did when she came in with a tray filled with the items for the little rugrats. “N’mor needs my assistance, so I’ll see you later, mom!” He gave her a quick wave and was out the door before any of the kids intercepted him. It was amazing how fast some of them could move!
“She’s my mother, Syrendryth. I help her because she asked me to and I’d be a horrible son if I ignored such a simple request. It’s like how I help N’mor. He’s my friend and that’s what friends do,” T’ryn shrugged, not sure what else to say on the matter. It made sense to him and he figured his dragon would come to the same conclusion soon enough.
They walked mostly in silence as they made their way to the Gather grounds and T’ryn called out a greeting to his friend when N’mor was in sight. Just like his dragon’s size amazed him, T’ryn was still impressed by N’mor’s ability to adapt and conquer anything that tried to slow him down, including losing a limb. He could still do most things alone but even the way he didn’t let pride get in his way when he did need assistance was inspiring. “I was helping in the crèche but escaped when I could. What’s up?”
