13.Apr.18, 11:40 AM
K’tir looked up from his book, startled at the outburst. He hadn’t heard the bronzerider enter but he certainly heard his words and they not only caught him off guard but took him a moment to wonder why he was or was not important and how to reply to that. “Well,” he folded down the corner of the page he was on and shut the book, setting it on R’nya’s desk, “Ghaeth might argue with you over that fact.” Not that his dragon was paying him much attention right then. He had found one of his friends and was absorbed in whatever game it was they were playing.
“I guess I should thank the human or dragon that thought I was important enough to fetch you, though,” K’tir assumed that had to be what the outburst was from since he hadn’t sent anyone off to fetch the Weyrleader for an important or urgent visit. Someone, likely a dragon – a bronze one specifically, likely spotted his arrival and watched where he went and alerted R’nya. Oh well. It got the man back in his office and set him in such a fine mood to boot.
K’tir got to his feet and took a few steps toward R’nya, putting on a show of carefully examining the man for signs of injury or illness. “Glad to see you’re okay, though. You never replied to my letter so I had to make sure my favourite bronzerider was well. I worried you were ill or chained to your desk slaving away to paperwork and in dire need of fun and food.”
“I guess I should thank the human or dragon that thought I was important enough to fetch you, though,” K’tir assumed that had to be what the outburst was from since he hadn’t sent anyone off to fetch the Weyrleader for an important or urgent visit. Someone, likely a dragon – a bronze one specifically, likely spotted his arrival and watched where he went and alerted R’nya. Oh well. It got the man back in his office and set him in such a fine mood to boot.
K’tir got to his feet and took a few steps toward R’nya, putting on a show of carefully examining the man for signs of injury or illness. “Glad to see you’re okay, though. You never replied to my letter so I had to make sure my favourite bronzerider was well. I worried you were ill or chained to your desk slaving away to paperwork and in dire need of fun and food.”