26.Jan.22, 12:50 PM
N’lis sat leaning back against his dragon out on Dalsuth’s ledge. The sun had long since set and it was chilly that evening but he didn’t mind. It was nice and needed after working so hard all day. A few months ago his weyrling class started to prepare their personal weyrs but they were on levels that weren’t open yet so it had required a lot of work. Given how shy he was over his scars despite the work Zelana and M’quel had done to make him appreciate himself a bit more, N’lis still didn’t want to have to spend his life in the common baths, skulking about and hoping they would be empty. He also didn’t want to rely on his relationship with R’nya to get him what he wanted so N’lis had approached his Weyrlingmaster with the offer to continue working on cleaning up the two levels being opened up if he could get a weyr with its own private bath. Somehow, it worked and N’lis spent a lot of his free time scrubbing empty weyrs or dragging old items out but it was worth it.
Speaking of baths, he was in need of one but the allure of sitting on the ledge of his own weyr after a couple of months of living there was still too strong. His own home! It was the first time since he was young and they left the family farm that he’d had his own space. His own bedroom. It was weird but he was growing to like it with each passing day. No little sister in a bed next to his. No roommate in a tiny room. Not in a room full of classmates and their dragons. Just him—and sometimes Dalsuth’s nose poking its way in far enough to check on him.
He didn’t even mind the location since it was his home and he worked to get what he needed to maintain a happy life. In order to get a room with a private bathing area that also wasn’t too large or clearly meant for a family, N’lis had agreed to what many would have turned their noses up at. He was on the higher of the two levels recently opened and there was only a weyr intentionally left abandoned between him and the landslide that he’d been told had always been there. That meant he was also above the lake. Sure, he was higher up but noise did travel up and bounced around. So if a group went swimming or dragons started splashing around—or worse, a young class of weyrlings were yelling and splashing—he’d likely hear them. But none of it mattered to N’lis.
I like it as well. I miss being close to everyone all the time but I see the appeal of our own home as well. N’lis patted his dragon’s foot nearest to him and smiled, staring up at the stars.
Speaking of baths, he was in need of one but the allure of sitting on the ledge of his own weyr after a couple of months of living there was still too strong. His own home! It was the first time since he was young and they left the family farm that he’d had his own space. His own bedroom. It was weird but he was growing to like it with each passing day. No little sister in a bed next to his. No roommate in a tiny room. Not in a room full of classmates and their dragons. Just him—and sometimes Dalsuth’s nose poking its way in far enough to check on him.
He didn’t even mind the location since it was his home and he worked to get what he needed to maintain a happy life. In order to get a room with a private bathing area that also wasn’t too large or clearly meant for a family, N’lis had agreed to what many would have turned their noses up at. He was on the higher of the two levels recently opened and there was only a weyr intentionally left abandoned between him and the landslide that he’d been told had always been there. That meant he was also above the lake. Sure, he was higher up but noise did travel up and bounced around. So if a group went swimming or dragons started splashing around—or worse, a young class of weyrlings were yelling and splashing—he’d likely hear them. But none of it mattered to N’lis.