08.Jul.20, 12:21 PM
Quinvalis moved to his assigned spot and started working right away. He had never washed or oiled an entire dragon, only helping the rider, and he could only imagine how exhausting that task had to be. But he enjoyed the bit he was able to do, finding it calming even when the dragon or rider weren’t in talkative moods. He felt useful and simply enjoyed the task as it was, especially when he was on the mend. Lying around and being limited in what he could do for so long had sucked and he’d jumped at every opportunity he could to prove himself once more.
“Maybe work your way up the spins,” Quinvalis laughed softly as he rubbed over what looked like a drier patch of hide. “You have to show Cazan everything from the most boring all the way up to the most fun. Doing it that way leaves her craving more and appreciating your skills more than she already does.” He knew a bit about Malvayth’s fits if she thought she was being made fun of or called stupid and while he didn’t think he’d said anything wrong, Quinvalis was still quick to explain why he found the idea amusing enough to chuckle and why the spins should wait. He blamed watching over R’nya’s daughters too much and learning how to delicately speak to them.
“Me?” Quinvalis froze and stepped back so he could see the gold’s head since Cazan was on the other side of the dragon. He hadn’t expected to be offered a ride someday by the pair he’d known for less than an hour, especially not a gold. He smiled at the sweet dragon and decided Malvayth was very much like Halomirth with how kind and enthusiastic they both were. “I would like that. Thank you, Malvayth. Thank you, Cazan.” Although he wasn’t too sure about the idea of spinning in the air either.
“And I guess I have. When I was younger and still living in Telgar Hold,” Quinvalis fell silent as he realised what he was saying and almost said, “I dreamt about flying a lot.” Okay, decent recovery, he decided though the pause would likely still give away something was up. But he couldn’t very well continue on with admitting the Weyrleader took him flying regularly when he was around visiting his mother. “Since being in the Weyr, I’ve been able to go on trips with the Weyrleader and F’drel and Halomirth have taken me on leisurely flights as well. I think you know them—well, Miri at least. I know she likes to visit your class when F’drel is visiting friends.”
“Maybe work your way up the spins,” Quinvalis laughed softly as he rubbed over what looked like a drier patch of hide. “You have to show Cazan everything from the most boring all the way up to the most fun. Doing it that way leaves her craving more and appreciating your skills more than she already does.” He knew a bit about Malvayth’s fits if she thought she was being made fun of or called stupid and while he didn’t think he’d said anything wrong, Quinvalis was still quick to explain why he found the idea amusing enough to chuckle and why the spins should wait. He blamed watching over R’nya’s daughters too much and learning how to delicately speak to them.
“Me?” Quinvalis froze and stepped back so he could see the gold’s head since Cazan was on the other side of the dragon. He hadn’t expected to be offered a ride someday by the pair he’d known for less than an hour, especially not a gold. He smiled at the sweet dragon and decided Malvayth was very much like Halomirth with how kind and enthusiastic they both were. “I would like that. Thank you, Malvayth. Thank you, Cazan.” Although he wasn’t too sure about the idea of spinning in the air either.
“And I guess I have. When I was younger and still living in Telgar Hold,” Quinvalis fell silent as he realised what he was saying and almost said, “I dreamt about flying a lot.” Okay, decent recovery, he decided though the pause would likely still give away something was up. But he couldn’t very well continue on with admitting the Weyrleader took him flying regularly when he was around visiting his mother. “Since being in the Weyr, I’ve been able to go on trips with the Weyrleader and F’drel and Halomirth have taken me on leisurely flights as well. I think you know them—well, Miri at least. I know she likes to visit your class when F’drel is visiting friends.”