[G] [O] 742.07.08 | Three Days In

Yay! Cernovith crowed in celebration when his guess was proven correct, and he flared his own wings, causing Sin to swear and duck his head to avoid being decapitated by the membraned limbs. As he, too, was wrangled back into folding his wings and lying down quietly, Cernovith took to gazing about with excitement. He had to find something good to be his item, but not something too good as to never be guessed. Hrm! It was almost as difficult to be the spier as it was to be the guesser!

Something green! Cernovith said after a moment, turning to look triumphantly at his brother. There was lots of green around them, but Cernovith was quite sure that Hispidath would never choose the tree near them, when eh could guess all their sisters or grown dragons or the grass or—the list went on and on! He was so clever! Cernovith crooned with a whirl of his eyes, thoroughly excited to see how long it took his brother to figure it out.

“More or less,” Sin laughed, working on one of Cernovith’s joints before sloping down the dragon’s rump and onto his tail. The young dragon was flicking his tail a lot, which was making oiling it hard, especially once it got some oil on it and became even more slippery and hard to hold. “Hoped for bronze, thought I’d get blue. So a brown is a nice compromise,” he laughed. “Not sure I have what it takes to be a greenrider.” His nose scrunched up, and Sin shook his head slightly. No, he’d seen too much of what the lives of greenriders were like to want to play that role. “No goals, though, except to spend as much time doing as little as possible.” He laughed, genuine but also teasing. Some people seemed intent on being Wing or Weyrleaders, and Sin was not one of them. Not at all!