14.Apr.12, 10:02 AM
Leaving the kitchen O'wain began his saunter to the healer hall, bottle of wine in his right hand and small cask of ale slung under the same arm. In his left hand he carried a pair of large mugs and a small stack of dried meat hanging by the string off his middle finger.
It had been a few weeks since the hatching and the brown rider felt it was time to drop in and visit the victim lucky survivor candidate who had been the recipient his amazingly brave and courageous heroics. Poor Far's leg might have been shattered but he was a candidate, candidates were expected to to break and bend and such. Brown riders however were not expected to run out onto the hatching sands and burn their feet. O'wain had been stuck lazing about his hut for nearly a week after his effort at the hatching, despite the healers and Nishkath both insisting he was fine after the second day.
Truth be told O'wain felt sorry for the young lad. Not only had he been injured but he didnt even get to impress, something O'wain was sure would feel horrible. Not that he could relate, he'd scored Nishkath at his first hatching, but he was certain Far must be in a terrible mood. He liked Farlint well enough, it was good to have a bit competition when it came to game of seduction and as much as he hated to admit it the candidate was nearly a bit too much competition. Regardless Owain had decided the boy owed him for his grand theatrics and would repay it but sharing a good deal of drink with him.
Arriving at the healer's O'wain stopped briefly to ask an attractive female healer where Far was staying. Forcing himself not to pursue the healer he made his way to the room, gentley kicking the door a few times with his boot.
"Oi!" He called into the room. "Where's my least favourite candidate?!"
It had been a few weeks since the hatching and the brown rider felt it was time to drop in and visit the victim lucky survivor candidate who had been the recipient his amazingly brave and courageous heroics. Poor Far's leg might have been shattered but he was a candidate, candidates were expected to to break and bend and such. Brown riders however were not expected to run out onto the hatching sands and burn their feet. O'wain had been stuck lazing about his hut for nearly a week after his effort at the hatching, despite the healers and Nishkath both insisting he was fine after the second day.
Truth be told O'wain felt sorry for the young lad. Not only had he been injured but he didnt even get to impress, something O'wain was sure would feel horrible. Not that he could relate, he'd scored Nishkath at his first hatching, but he was certain Far must be in a terrible mood. He liked Farlint well enough, it was good to have a bit competition when it came to game of seduction and as much as he hated to admit it the candidate was nearly a bit too much competition. Regardless Owain had decided the boy owed him for his grand theatrics and would repay it but sharing a good deal of drink with him.
Arriving at the healer's O'wain stopped briefly to ask an attractive female healer where Far was staying. Forcing himself not to pursue the healer he made his way to the room, gentley kicking the door a few times with his boot.
"Oi!" He called into the room. "Where's my least favourite candidate?!"