Learning to share(Iro')

[damien]

Pastenutth is slinking along beside his person watching him with careful, worried whirling eyes as they move. K’r is very much still the invalid but being used to moving around and not being forced to lay still he’s managed to wiggle himself into the duty he should have had from the start. Feeding his dragonet. It’s tiring enough walking the short distance to where the pre-butchered body is. He’s a bit ashamed at that, he can’t even cut the body into cubes for his own dragonet, he can barely hold his soup spoon without shaking let alone a knife!

Stripe assures him it’s fine, meat is meat and makes sure K’r is sitting down before he begins to delicately pick his way through the cubed meal. He pushes a piece this way and that, testing its weight and fat content before he gobbles it up. At least he’s well oiled, practically shimmering in the sunlight his stripes standing out starkly against his dark bronze hide.

Lifting a hand K’r brushes a few stray strands of his white blond hair out of his face, though he still can’t see out of the left eye. He tugs the bandages for a moment glad at least that the massive cut on his forehead has stopped bleeding. Still he’s extremely pale, grey in fact as he sits there looking like death warmed over barely able to stay awake long enough to even register that Banner pops in from between.

Dusty garnet hide shimmers with water droplets as he steals a piece of meat twining around the angry bronze before he sets himself away from him to chew on his prize. He tears ferociously into the food hissing before he throws his head back to roar his delight.

K’r winces holding his hands to his throbbing temples. “O wow ow…” He whimpers as food forgotten, Stripe turns to nuzzle at his person with great worry getting blood all over his face.

[Elessar]

Well, the excitement of Chahaturth's hatching was over. Iro'ris had sat on the ledge with Saekath, but his mind hadn't really been on the Hatching, and neither had his dragon's. Iro was reliving a hatching almost nine months prior, at which Saekath had called to him from the Sands to the Stands, and he had fallen down to her, breaking his arm in the process.

It had been the most wonderful and most terrifying moment of his life all at the same time. After all, he was thirty turns old... no one had expected him to Impress any dragon at all, let alone a Sub-Queen. He was the person who doubted it the most, too, and yet there he was, suddenly on the Hatching Sands, staring down into a Topaz face with eyes swirling rainbow. It was magical.

Saekath, on the other hand, was thinking about the future, and the day when she would one day rise in flight and be caught. One day the eggs on the sands would be hers, and the children that hatched would be hers as well. As it was, neither Iro'ris nor Saekath could recall much of the Hatching at all, let alone who had Impressed what, or even what colours had hatched.

Thus, it was with some excitement that Iro'ris noticed a newly hatched bronze and what he supposed was his bonded out in the Weyrbowl. The bronze was eating, and the rider had a fire-lizard, too. The rider, however, seemed to be having a bit of difficulty, and also had bandages on his head. Odd. Saekath, winging through the air, landed gracefully next to Iro'ris, her Topaz hide shining.

CrazyMine. It is our duty to greet them and congratulate them!

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Iro'ris blinked, shaking his head. He always forgot that, as the rider of a Topaz dragon, he was automatically given a position of honor and respect. "Yes, we should do that," he replied carefully. After all, Saekath was always going on about how they had to be perfect, so he had better no screw this up. Indeed, CrazyMine, you had better not![/color] Iro simply rolled his eyes, and the two approached slowly.

"Hey," Iro called when they were close enough to be heard. "Congratulations on Impressing. I'm Iro'ris, and this is Saekath. We're Weyrlings, too." Saekath raised her head proudly. Greetings, bronze one. I am pleased to meet you. I am Saekath, and this is CrazyMine, Iro'ris.[/color]
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[damien]

Pastenutth shifts his weight for a moment distracted by the smell and sight of the topaz and her rider. She’s younger than the other topaz his human seems to enjoy a little too much, but still it’s another male so it was possible his human would have the same reaction. He’s young, oh there is no doubting that but the striped bronze knows things, thank you very much and he knows, with the same way he knows his rider will for ever be blind in that one eye, that K’rMine is not like other humans. He will not male mating flights with only one person, if he has his way he will make mating flights with a few trusted ones. It was good to have those he trusted, Pastenutth suspected, and it would take time for his human to gain that level of trust on others anyway. By the time he was old enough to allow for such illicit activity his would be fine with the men he had collected.

Unaware of what his bonded is thinking K’r lifts his head to peer groggily at the older man. He manages to think, oh great another pervert, before he pushes that thought aside and gives a half hearted wave to him and his dragon. He’d get up and bow, truly he would but his head hurts so much and the ground won’t stop shardin spinning! “Lo’.” Was all he can manage before he drifts off for a moment to stare at the bronze.

Realizing his rider was not up to beginning these conversations, as humans enjoyed calling them, he sighs and turns around finishing his last piece of meat to lick at the blood he had left on K’rs face crooning his worry. His stance all but screams defensive but he’s smart enough to not outright tell the topaz to just get on her way. After all, K’r needed to talk to others, males more so. His odd little fear of them made no sense!

My name is Pastenutth but K’rMine has called me Stripe, so I suppose this is alright with me. He is not well, could yours help him? He eyes her carefully suspecting this might, to a point be a trap. After all anything could be out to hurt his Kr’Mine!

Managing to get his attention on at least part of the conversation he makes a motion at the topaz rider.

“Yer ain't a pervert like the uvver topaz riders are yer?” Wait, that doesn’t make sense and he frowns. J’dols bad yes but he’s not, well he’s not –bad-, not in that sense. He shakes his head and mumbles something else out hoping this man wouldn’t pull authority on him and make him stand.

“Well, right, I spose yer can't be, init?Yor a weyrlin'. Uh this is Stripe, er could yer sit dahn, isit?Yer keep movin' about and it's 'urtin' me 'ead” He did try an apologetic smile at least.