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Post by Akira on Feb 9, 2012 22:58:54 GMT -4
R’as sighed and hung his head, him and Virath had been out at the Training Grounds since early that morning. He looked up at the sky, it was well past noon by now and he was regretting not eating that morning. We can still go back Mine. Virath trotted over to where his rider was sitting, and gently nudged him with his ebony nose. Thanks buddy, but I’m alright. Really, just go back to exercising your wings. We need them strong after all. He smiled and gently pushed the large head away. The young dragon snorted, but trotted off a little ways to continue his wing exercises. The ex-Southerner sighed once again before laying back in the grass. He stared at the sky and wondered what things would have been like had his father not tried to steal Loraketh’s egg.
R’as made sure to keep his thoughts well away from his dragon whenever he spoke of the gold dragon. Virath hadn’t really gotten to know his mother all that well before she Betweened, and the young man didn’t like to worry his dragon about things that could have been, but never will be. He shook his head, there was no point worrying about the past, he needed to keep looking to the future. One thing that he had learned from all of this is that one never knew what the future might hold for a person. So things might get better, he didn’t know. For all he knew something better was just around the corner, he just needed to be patient, and take things one day at a time. After all, he still had Xaemia and Iirla was still his sister, well adopted sister was more accurate, but who cares?
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Post by Zero on Feb 11, 2012 11:06:25 GMT -4
“Remind me why you’ve dragged me out here again?” Ar’rex all but snapped at his larger brown companion as the two idly made there way across the field. Because you cannot stay cooped up in the weyr day in and day out. Besides, the fresh air will do you some good Mine. The brownrider muttered something under his breath but said nothing more on the matter, his dragon didn’t need to know that he had been wanting a break from pouring over the Weyrs records.
Dragging a weary hand over his face he scratched the stubble along his chin and idly glanced to the skies. He looked in time to see two dragons blink from between and head for Trelis. It seemed the morning patrol was finally back. Good. It can wait RexMine, and look...isn’t that your hatchling? Scowling at his blind dragon, Ar’rex pulled his attention away from the retreating forms of the recently arrived dragons and glanced to where Sithorath had indicated. Instantly his scowl deepened as his eyes set on the boy. As far as he was concerned he was just another traitor from the night everything went wrong.
“Is this what they’ve taught you? Lounging around and wasting a day?” So it probably wasn’t the best greeting, but Ar’rex had no time for over the top introductions and pleasant greetings these days.
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Post by Akira on Feb 11, 2012 22:23:38 GMT -4
R’as jumped and yelped a little when he heard someone talking to him. He quickly scrambled to his feet, and instinctively saluted whomever it was that had been talking to him. The tension only seemed to build when he realized that it had been his father. No fa-I mean…No sir. But our instructors did say that it was still a good idea to strengthen Virath’s wings before long flights. He wasn’t sure why his father sounded so upset, but the first thing that had popped into his mind was he had impressed an ebony, a mutation. His heart sank a little at the thought of his father never accepting his dragon, and started to wonder if that meant he wouldn’t ever really accept him either. Even though he had Xaemia and Iirla, losing his father completely would still do plenty of damage.
Virath padded up to them just then, and gently nudged R’as’ arm. He could feel the emotions that his rider felt, and knew that something was wrong. Greetings sir Sithorath. His voice was quiet as he spoke to the older dragon, and neither him nor his rider knew how the brown would react to being spoken to by a mutation, even though Virath was his own son, just as R’as was Ar’rex’s son. He didn’t know what he should say in that situation, and he could feel a sense of awkwardness descending upon him. It was times like these that made him wish Virath wasn’t so different, but then he’d look at the young dragon and realize that he didn’t want him any other way. This was his dragon, and this was how they were going to stay, no matter what happened to the two of them.
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Post by Zero on Feb 15, 2012 22:31:04 GMT -4
Ar’rex raised a questioning eyebrow but bit his tongue, swallowing the snide comment at Sithorath’s mental nudge. That isn’t quite what I meant. He ignored the browns comment with a half shrug of his shoulder his attention remaining on the boy as he gave up his reasoning for being out today. So he hadn’t lost everything taught at Southern. The brown rider folded his arms over his chest and nodded briefly at the young weyrlings words. “So you’re not slacking? Good. Regardless of what the Weyrling Masters tell you there is no such thing as a free day. There’s always something to be done, remember that.”
Sithorath rumbled a low greeting to the young ebony as he spoke to him. Good day young Virath. How are you and Yours? The blind dragon rustled his wings and tilted his head as he fixed the young dragonet with his good eye. As far as Sithorath was concerned a dragon was a dragon regardless of the color of its hide. The whites were accepted among the dragons as rare as they are, in time these other rare shades would be a welcomed sight as well. With Thread falling as well, weyrfolk and riders couldn’t be picky on who they wanted to see in the sky.
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Post by Akira on Mar 25, 2012 22:00:59 GMT -4
R’as watched his father closely, looking for any sign as to what the man was feeling. It had been a while since he had spoken with his father, or had any contact with the man really, so it was harder than he remembered to read the man’s feelings. Yes sir. I will remember. His voice was serious, and he no longer sounded like he was talking to his father. Instead he sounded like he was talking to his superior which, in a way, he was. He just didn’t know what else to say, or do for that matter. Mine, are you alright? Hearing the worry in Virath’s voice had the eighteen turn old young man reaching over and patting the young Ebony’s shoulder. I’m alright Virath, don’t worry. The voice inside of his head sounded more confidant and relaxed than he truly felt.
Virath crooned as Sithorath greeted and spoke to him. It was nice to know that there were those that didn’t judge a weyrling just by the color of their hide. Or at least, he hoped Sithorath wasn’t judging his hide. We are well sir Sithorath. How have you and Yours been? I hear there is a lot of stuff going on these days. It was hard to keep the excitement he felt out of his voice. It wasn’t often he got the chance to ask an older dragon what was going on. Oh the dreams he had had about what it was like to be in a position of power. To actually be allowed to know what was really going on at all times. Though he had learned from R’as that not all things are as nice as they seem. But Virath was young, and still had a lot to learn. Can you really blame him for being so curious about things typically kept from weyrlings?
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