16.Oct.15, 07:53 AM
“Brilliant,” N’mor took the offending piece of leather back and tossed it on the pile that was still on the ground. While Katilan weather could be pretty unpredictable and often quite wet, the young bronzerider didn’t feel it would rain any time soon, so he wasn’t too worried about leaving the leather under the protection of his dragon. If nothing else, Rhezalth could use his wings and body to protect it from excess water.
But I want to come with you guys!
“I don’t think so, Rhez. You’re too noisy and rather eye-catching these days. Stay here.” The last thing he needed was his dragon bespeaking everyone within the area and informing them of their antics! The young bronze hadn’t really grasped the concept of private conversation, since he’d had to spend so much time bespeaking adults when N’mor had been injured by his missing arm. Something N’mor felt both guilty and jealous of, but mostly it was inconvenient when attempting mischief!
N’mor glanced towards the sun, then grinned at T’ryn, grey eyes sparkling mischievously. “I think they should be heading off for lunch about now…” There wouldn’t be a better time to sneak in and thieve pieces of leather until dinner time and that wouldn’t leave a lot of time to re-create the strap. The Weyrlingmaster and assistants would have their hands well and truly full with feeding the babies. Perfect.
“C’mon!” Without waiting for T’ryn’s response, N’mor spun on his heel and took off at a loping run towards the Weyrlings classrooms where leather should be in enough abundance for a couple of slightly older bronzes to filch from.
“I don’t think so, Rhez. You’re too noisy and rather eye-catching these days. Stay here.” The last thing he needed was his dragon bespeaking everyone within the area and informing them of their antics! The young bronze hadn’t really grasped the concept of private conversation, since he’d had to spend so much time bespeaking adults when N’mor had been injured by his missing arm. Something N’mor felt both guilty and jealous of, but mostly it was inconvenient when attempting mischief!
N’mor glanced towards the sun, then grinned at T’ryn, grey eyes sparkling mischievously. “I think they should be heading off for lunch about now…” There wouldn’t be a better time to sneak in and thieve pieces of leather until dinner time and that wouldn’t leave a lot of time to re-create the strap. The Weyrlingmaster and assistants would have their hands well and truly full with feeding the babies. Perfect.
“C’mon!” Without waiting for T’ryn’s response, N’mor spun on his heel and took off at a loping run towards the Weyrlings classrooms where leather should be in enough abundance for a couple of slightly older bronzes to filch from.