31.Jul.22, 02:28 AM
Sironar couldn't help but keep staring back to where the lordlings were feeding their brand new greens. Greens! They both looked young enough that he wondered if their fathers were going to be sending angry letters to the Weyr, and how his father would deal with it. He wasn't sure if it was funny or sad quite yet. He knew a lot of people had low opinions of greens, though really any dragon was better than no dragon. But did he really think that? Siro supposed he did, even though he was still a bit terrified, and maybe part of him had blamed the dragon for taking his brother away.
Maybe that was why he hadn't impressed yet? He frowned at the thought and then heard the commotion of an angry hatchling, turning just in time to see a green whiz by and stare at an enraged brown heading straight for him. Siro froze, unable to do anything for the moment except stare. And then he was suddenly being shoved to the side onto the hot Sands. He saw the brown turning to go after Chir and once more found himself just powerless to move, to do anything. He couldn't even help the friend who had just helped him. And then the darker bronze launched himself at his brother and fended him off and Chir was...
Oddly enough, Siro found his own voice mute as he realized his friend had impressed, and on his first try! He couldn't help the pang of jealousy, but he was also happy for the boy. He managed to get up and brush himself off in time to sneak a quick hug in with his roommate, former roommate now, before the pair went off to go get food. With one more brush of sand off his pants he glanced up at the Stands towards his father who gave him a smile and a wave. Siro forced a smile on his own face, and he was glad that S'far wasn't close enough to see that it didn't reach his eyes. Between the jealousy, his lingering feelings about his brother, and his failure to help his friend, did he really deserve to be there?
Maybe that was why he hadn't impressed yet? He frowned at the thought and then heard the commotion of an angry hatchling, turning just in time to see a green whiz by and stare at an enraged brown heading straight for him. Siro froze, unable to do anything for the moment except stare. And then he was suddenly being shoved to the side onto the hot Sands. He saw the brown turning to go after Chir and once more found himself just powerless to move, to do anything. He couldn't even help the friend who had just helped him. And then the darker bronze launched himself at his brother and fended him off and Chir was...
Oddly enough, Siro found his own voice mute as he realized his friend had impressed, and on his first try! He couldn't help the pang of jealousy, but he was also happy for the boy. He managed to get up and brush himself off in time to sneak a quick hug in with his roommate, former roommate now, before the pair went off to go get food. With one more brush of sand off his pants he glanced up at the Stands towards his father who gave him a smile and a wave. Siro forced a smile on his own face, and he was glad that S'far wasn't close enough to see that it didn't reach his eyes. Between the jealousy, his lingering feelings about his brother, and his failure to help his friend, did he really deserve to be there?