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03.Jul.22, 11:57 AM
Lazerat wrapped one arm lightly around Zelly as she joined their little pile and gave into temptation by letting his free hand brush fingers through Zory’s hair. It was just a brief touch, nothing lingering or repeated, but just a moment of gentle interaction with one of his two favourite people to acknowledge the man was safe now and not pale and in need of blood. To be fair, the list of favourites was rather short but Zory ranked fairly high which was why there was so much relief at seeing his bright smile. But Zelly was his top favourite person and he turned his attention back on her, grinning at the chance to tease her. “Your special juice, huh?” It wasn’t the best teasing he’d done but it was enough to keep the mood light. He didn’t know for certain if she had slept with Gail but knowing his sister as well as he did, the chances were high.
But it seemed like it opened the door for being teased in return and Lazerat chuckled and shook his head. “No cute sailor boys. We’re all rugged strapping young men, after all.” Zelana knew about how he and Sammor helped each other out sometimes on longer trips but for some reason, Lazerat didn’t want to go into details about it in front of Zoremet. He liked the blonde man and knew it was mutual given what they had done roughly a year before in that very Weyr and it somehow felt rude to bring up casual interactions with limited options that didn’t mean anything more than release.
So they talked about dragons instead. “If that does happen, don’t you go getting any ideas about injuring yourself to speed up getting your dragon, Zelana.” Lazerat already struggled with the knowledge that he couldn’t be there to keep his little sister safe from outside threats but to have her seek it out? He always believed she would be the death of him. Having her Impress safely and to a nice little green was the better scenario and he nodded at the idea. From what he knew of each colour’s rank and duties, Lazerat preferred Zelly to be on gold for the respect and overall security it came with but he also didn’t think she would like that much responsibility and being cooped up all of the time no matter how much she had matured and focused her interest on studying.
He smiled faintly and gave Zelly a little squeeze of a hug. “Being a dragonrider has never really been a dream of mine,” but he had considered it more lately. Leaving his parents, the craft, and all of his responsibilities behind had been something he considered more and more with each passing day. It was what he wanted to talk to her about but he needed more time to plan it all out and decide if his heart was smarter than his head. His life was in Ista Hold where he would take over the family business but his heart hadn’t been in it for a long time. He needed to be free but would he get that in a Weyr?
Another small smile and a shake of his head as Zelly’s words and slap to Zory’s hand drew him away from his thoughts. “There’s nothing wrong with scars since they carry stories,” Lazerat began as he shooed his sister’s hand away so he could take Zoremet’s in his, “but that doesn’t mean you need to intentionally add to them or hinder your healing.”
But it seemed like it opened the door for being teased in return and Lazerat chuckled and shook his head. “No cute sailor boys. We’re all rugged strapping young men, after all.” Zelana knew about how he and Sammor helped each other out sometimes on longer trips but for some reason, Lazerat didn’t want to go into details about it in front of Zoremet. He liked the blonde man and knew it was mutual given what they had done roughly a year before in that very Weyr and it somehow felt rude to bring up casual interactions with limited options that didn’t mean anything more than release.
So they talked about dragons instead. “If that does happen, don’t you go getting any ideas about injuring yourself to speed up getting your dragon, Zelana.” Lazerat already struggled with the knowledge that he couldn’t be there to keep his little sister safe from outside threats but to have her seek it out? He always believed she would be the death of him. Having her Impress safely and to a nice little green was the better scenario and he nodded at the idea. From what he knew of each colour’s rank and duties, Lazerat preferred Zelly to be on gold for the respect and overall security it came with but he also didn’t think she would like that much responsibility and being cooped up all of the time no matter how much she had matured and focused her interest on studying.
He smiled faintly and gave Zelly a little squeeze of a hug. “Being a dragonrider has never really been a dream of mine,” but he had considered it more lately. Leaving his parents, the craft, and all of his responsibilities behind had been something he considered more and more with each passing day. It was what he wanted to talk to her about but he needed more time to plan it all out and decide if his heart was smarter than his head. His life was in Ista Hold where he would take over the family business but his heart hadn’t been in it for a long time. He needed to be free but would he get that in a Weyr?
Another small smile and a shake of his head as Zelly’s words and slap to Zory’s hand drew him away from his thoughts. “There’s nothing wrong with scars since they carry stories,” Lazerat began as he shooed his sister’s hand away so he could take Zoremet’s in his, “but that doesn’t mean you need to intentionally add to them or hinder your healing.”
