22.May.23, 04:38 PM
The lake was a perfect place to hang out during the day, as long as Ereben had completed his chores for the day. He still had his lessons and was currently working through them but honestly, he was just setting himself up for the excuse to be of use elsewhere so that he didn't have to learn how to read more. It was hard and he felt silly that he couldn't grasp it as quickly as he learned other things. But he wasn't going to tell anyone that of course. So here he was, at the lake, his gaze flickering from the squiggly letters making words that he struggled to sound out properly to whichever new dragon arrived at the lake.
His observant eyes caught the blue dragon arriving. He didn't see any reason to approach when the dragon ambled into the cold water and the rider sat down on one of the boulders so he went back to pondering over letters. Until he heard a, "Hello! Yes you. Care to help me bath Harknith?" and looked up to see that rider waving him over.
"Absolutely!" Ereben said, immediately abandoning his lesson like Thread twisting away from fire. With youthful speed, he ran over. "Harknith, you said?" Harknith, Harknith, he repeated mentally. He was determined to learn all of the dragons of High Reaches. "And you're?" Even he forgot the rider's name (which he usually didn't either because Ereben was good with details just not ones that involved reading), every dragon's name was unique so he'd always be able to find the pair again, right? Right.
"I'm Ereben," he introduced himself. His eyes flickered over to the dragon. That was a pretty dark blue shade. Like a deep blue ocean color. Just another reason why blues were the best dragons of the Weyrs, Ereben thought. They came in all sorts of colors, unlike boring browns and haughty bronzes. "You want me to do his back? I'm good at getting up there and I'm not heavy," Ereben offered. He had discovered that if he offered to do some of the more nimble tasks, the riders were pretty appreciative of that and it gave him a reason to be up on a dragon again.
His observant eyes caught the blue dragon arriving. He didn't see any reason to approach when the dragon ambled into the cold water and the rider sat down on one of the boulders so he went back to pondering over letters. Until he heard a, "Hello! Yes you. Care to help me bath Harknith?" and looked up to see that rider waving him over.
"Absolutely!" Ereben said, immediately abandoning his lesson like Thread twisting away from fire. With youthful speed, he ran over. "Harknith, you said?" Harknith, Harknith, he repeated mentally. He was determined to learn all of the dragons of High Reaches. "And you're?" Even he forgot the rider's name (which he usually didn't either because Ereben was good with details just not ones that involved reading), every dragon's name was unique so he'd always be able to find the pair again, right? Right.
"I'm Ereben," he introduced himself. His eyes flickered over to the dragon. That was a pretty dark blue shade. Like a deep blue ocean color. Just another reason why blues were the best dragons of the Weyrs, Ereben thought. They came in all sorts of colors, unlike boring browns and haughty bronzes. "You want me to do his back? I'm good at getting up there and I'm not heavy," Ereben offered. He had discovered that if he offered to do some of the more nimble tasks, the riders were pretty appreciative of that and it gave him a reason to be up on a dragon again.