Post by King Walrus Jackson on May 2, 2012 1:13:12 GMT -4
Geso groaned as he finished cleaning another section of the blacksmith studios. While he was way more fit than most of the useless slobs around the Hold, it was still hard, heavy work. He had been at it since early morning, and he was just now halfway through, mostly 'cause he was doing it alone. Sure, the Master had ordered his apprentices to help him, but Geso had quickly run the boys out of the building. Geso may have hated the Master much less than most in the Hold, but the apprentices were fair game, and Geso would rather do it alone than put up with the other young men.
Stretching and working the kinks out of his back, Geso walked outside to take a small break and cool off. Walking towards the water barrel, he felt a rather light weight land on his shoulder, the claws almost piercing skin.
"Hello Glados." He murmured, reaching up to pet the Fire Lizard on his shoulder. "Did I miss anything important?"
The little Garnet sent him images of people walking by the door, and some of people out in the field working. Chuckling at the Fire Lizard, he decided nothing had happened. Geso used the ladle resting on the barrel to scoop up some water, taking a drink. An amusing thought crossed him mind, and Geso got another ladle-ful of water, and quickly poured it on his head, some of the water hitting Glados. Shrieking, more in surprise than anything, Glados dragged on paw across Geso's shoulder, leaving a scratch just long enough to be a pain to wrap, and just deep enough to bleed.
"Dammit you blasted lizard!" Geso yelped, shrugging Glados off his shoulder and pulling his sleeve up. "Ugh, I'm going to have to wrap this so nothing gets in and get's infected."
While Geso was looking over his scratch, Glados had landed on the roof with a satisfied hiss. While she may have loved the human boy she had claimed as her battle partner, he was still just a glorified scratching post, and she had felt he needed to be reminded of his place. While he tried to tend to the scratch, Glados looked around and saw something on the horizon. Peering closer, she hissed and sent Geso an image of the dragon coming in to land at the nearby Hold Proper.
Geso stopped what he was doing, and tilted his head to the side as he considered the image. Sighing, Geso called down his Fire Lizard.
"Glados, lets go! I need to find a bandage and a new shirt so this doesn't get infected, so we may as well see what's going on with the dragon."
Geso turned, and began ambling down the hill towards the hold, watching the dragon land. Glados landed on the opposite shoulder as the wounded one, and curled her tail around his neck possessively. Geso just quit messing with his sleeve and let it start soaking the blood, knowing it would look a lot worse than it was by the time he got to the Hold.
Stretching and working the kinks out of his back, Geso walked outside to take a small break and cool off. Walking towards the water barrel, he felt a rather light weight land on his shoulder, the claws almost piercing skin.
"Hello Glados." He murmured, reaching up to pet the Fire Lizard on his shoulder. "Did I miss anything important?"
The little Garnet sent him images of people walking by the door, and some of people out in the field working. Chuckling at the Fire Lizard, he decided nothing had happened. Geso used the ladle resting on the barrel to scoop up some water, taking a drink. An amusing thought crossed him mind, and Geso got another ladle-ful of water, and quickly poured it on his head, some of the water hitting Glados. Shrieking, more in surprise than anything, Glados dragged on paw across Geso's shoulder, leaving a scratch just long enough to be a pain to wrap, and just deep enough to bleed.
"Dammit you blasted lizard!" Geso yelped, shrugging Glados off his shoulder and pulling his sleeve up. "Ugh, I'm going to have to wrap this so nothing gets in and get's infected."
While Geso was looking over his scratch, Glados had landed on the roof with a satisfied hiss. While she may have loved the human boy she had claimed as her battle partner, he was still just a glorified scratching post, and she had felt he needed to be reminded of his place. While he tried to tend to the scratch, Glados looked around and saw something on the horizon. Peering closer, she hissed and sent Geso an image of the dragon coming in to land at the nearby Hold Proper.
Geso stopped what he was doing, and tilted his head to the side as he considered the image. Sighing, Geso called down his Fire Lizard.
"Glados, lets go! I need to find a bandage and a new shirt so this doesn't get infected, so we may as well see what's going on with the dragon."
Geso turned, and began ambling down the hill towards the hold, watching the dragon land. Glados landed on the opposite shoulder as the wounded one, and curled her tail around his neck possessively. Geso just quit messing with his sleeve and let it start soaking the blood, knowing it would look a lot worse than it was by the time he got to the Hold.
