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10.Jan.24, 01:10 AM
Every time they went out for a leisure flight in the winter V’kam became more convinced that Hunath chose him primarily for his cold tolerance. His dragon loved the cold and snow, and got a bit pouty when he had to go inside early due to human frailty. Which had to be why he’d chosen V’kam—he ran warm as a matter of course, spent some formative years in High Reaches, and always had warm clothing at hand from his knitting habits. Somehow, V’kam was sure, little egg damp Hunath had sensed all that and picked him for it. Also picked him for some other things, of course, but the cold tolerance was high on the list.
Yes, that’s definitely the main thing I was thinking about when I hatched on a tropical beach. V’kam could hear the eyeroll in the comment, and grinned, giving Hunath’s shoulder an affectionate thwack. Hunath rumbled lowly, a half-hearted dragon grumble, and continued his slow descent towards the Weyr. V’kam adjusted his cowl and relaxed into his seat on Hunath, feeling the air warm a little bit as they descended into the Bowl. A decent cold tolerance really made dragonriding easier—the sky was cold and between was colder.
Still, didn’t mean V’kam didn’t get cold. As soon as he’d properly cared for and stowed Hunath’s riding leathers he would be headed to the kitchens for something to warm him up more than even his best, most sensible winter outfit could. He idly wondered what would be in the kitchens at that hour, eyes catching on a figure crossing the Bowl who’d stopped when Hunath returned the watch dragon’s greeting. From this distance he had no idea who it was, but he supposed it didn’t matter—thought he was pretty sure they weren’t wearing anything to keep their head warm, which was a questionable choice in the current weather—and within no time at all Hunath had landed at their weyr, and V’kam had to make sure he was all settled in before going off to get his warm snack, discarding most of his extra layers over the back of his desk chair.
There wasn’t a klah carafe out in the main dining room as there often was, so V’kam headed to the kitchens to see if they had any klah there, and if not he figured he could make some himself. He walked in to discover there was indeed fresh klah, if the steaming mug held by a familiar face was anything to go by. It only took a moment to match name to face and he smiled at her in greeting.
“Hello, Kelian,” he said. “Do I have you to thank for the fresh klah, or did you just have incredibly good timing?”
Yes, that’s definitely the main thing I was thinking about when I hatched on a tropical beach. V’kam could hear the eyeroll in the comment, and grinned, giving Hunath’s shoulder an affectionate thwack. Hunath rumbled lowly, a half-hearted dragon grumble, and continued his slow descent towards the Weyr. V’kam adjusted his cowl and relaxed into his seat on Hunath, feeling the air warm a little bit as they descended into the Bowl. A decent cold tolerance really made dragonriding easier—the sky was cold and between was colder.
Still, didn’t mean V’kam didn’t get cold. As soon as he’d properly cared for and stowed Hunath’s riding leathers he would be headed to the kitchens for something to warm him up more than even his best, most sensible winter outfit could. He idly wondered what would be in the kitchens at that hour, eyes catching on a figure crossing the Bowl who’d stopped when Hunath returned the watch dragon’s greeting. From this distance he had no idea who it was, but he supposed it didn’t matter—thought he was pretty sure they weren’t wearing anything to keep their head warm, which was a questionable choice in the current weather—and within no time at all Hunath had landed at their weyr, and V’kam had to make sure he was all settled in before going off to get his warm snack, discarding most of his extra layers over the back of his desk chair.
There wasn’t a klah carafe out in the main dining room as there often was, so V’kam headed to the kitchens to see if they had any klah there, and if not he figured he could make some himself. He walked in to discover there was indeed fresh klah, if the steaming mug held by a familiar face was anything to go by. It only took a moment to match name to face and he smiled at her in greeting.
“Hello, Kelian,” he said. “Do I have you to thank for the fresh klah, or did you just have incredibly good timing?”
