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Post by Shikai on Sept 2, 2008 1:10:23 GMT -5
((Lol, Sun Yew can try. xD ))
F’rallen stared down at his plate, absently picking up his fork and pushing a roast tuber in circles. Why did this hatching feast seem worse than the many he had attended after failing to Impress? Looking around, he was reminded that he knew very few people here, having left all his friends behind at Artemis. At least there he had people to talk to. But he would never see any of his friends or foster siblings again, would he? He hadn’t given it much thought before, preferring to keep himself busy with his dragonhealing. Not that had been particularly easy, as Threadfall had yet to begin, and most of the dragons were faring quite well on their own. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, it would have been better if…
Look F’rallenmine, Danteth and his are coming to sit with us.[/color] Dacrith informed his rider, hoping this would cheer the boy up. He hadn’t known F’rallen long, but as his dragon, Dacrith knew it wasn’t like F’rallen to be thinking as he was. The dragonhealer usually looked to the bright side of things, he never dwelled on the bad.
F’rallen looked up in surprise, just in time to see the other bronzerider arrive at the place next to him, and ask if he could sit there. Before F’rallen could mumble that it was fine by him, the boy had already made himself comfortable, and the dragonhealer turned his attention back to his plate, not planning to talk to the other boy. Who was he, anyway? One of the candidates, he knew that much, but F’rallen was acquainted with very few of them. Oh well. He could always ask if he needed to know.
But as luck would have it, S’yew wasn’t about to leave him to his task of trying to eat his food with his mind, as entertaining as that was. F’rallen looked up at the lad’s words, blinking in surprise and looking away as he struggled to come up with an answer. He wasn’t even sure what was wrong with himself, what was he supposed to tell the other bronzerider? “Um…is it that obvious?” He said instead, with a feeble smile. Well, he never had been the best at hiding his emotions (not that he had ever tried, for that matter) so it was hardly surprising that S’yew had noticed that he wasn’t feeling his best. Strange, he ought to be feeling better than he ever had. After all, he had Dacrith, who was without a doubt the most beautiful dragonet ever shelled!
Speaking of which, the bronze in question was regarding Danteth with an offhand gaze, too concerned with his rider at the moment to be interested in making conversation with his clutchbrother. Dacrith.[/color] He responded coolly, nudging F’rallen’s leg as he reminded his rider that his response to S’yew’s query had hardly been adequate. Not that he was one to lecture his rider on civilities, after his abrupt behavior toward Danteth.
“Oh! Well I, um…I have this friend I wanted to talk to, to show her I impressed, you know. Except I’m sure she didn’t expect me to impress, because even I didn’t expect to impress, since I wasn’t a candidate, just a dragonhealer…but anyway, she’s busy eating with one of the new bronzeriders.” It was clear by his tone that F’rallen didn’t count himself among this group, oddly enough. Getting used to the idea of being a dragonrider now would be challenging as it was, but a bronzerider? No one had seen that one coming, certainly! “So I probably shouldn’t bother her.” He concluded, his face reddening slightly as he reflected on how stupid he must sound. By all means, it didn’t make sense to him that he was so upset over the situation, especially when he worded it like that. But he was.
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Post by Cilnah on Sept 2, 2008 16:18:32 GMT -5
L'rel's attention turned back to the girl. She was trying to make conversation now, and that was always good. Maybe he'd make a new friend! He grinned at her and nodded. "Yes, Canrtionth. He's a blue, too," he added, nodding towards the blue at Cilnah's side. In L'rel's somewhat biased opinion, blueriders were a good sort of folk, so it wouldn't hurt trying to strike up a conversation with his fellow weyrling. "Do you know when classes start up? I'm sort of new here, I don't really know how any of this works..." L'rel laughed- a bit nervously. He didn't want to offend the girl so soon after meeting here and he wasn't the best at talking to people in the most casual setting. Are you talking about me, L-mine? Oh! Well, yes, I'm talking to one of your clutchbrother's weyrlings. L'rel grinned at the blue's curiousity, not thinking of how he would look, smiling about something that no one else could hear. And you've left me all alone in here? Tut-tut, mine.Cant! You said you were tired! Don't make me feel guilty like that!I was joking, silly. Try to make some more friends tonight, I want to meet my clutchsiblings!Alright, I'll try. But just for you, Cant. Cilnah studied the boy for a moment, and a small smile flickered over her face. His own smile did not seem at all odd to her, she'd grown up around dragonriders, and was far too used to their ways. Though maybe if she hadn't been, it would seem peculiar... And he really didn't seem all that comfortable with the mental form of communication that was common of bonded, so perhaps he was new to this. And, this was confirmed by his own words not a moment later. "Don't worry," the girl assured him with another grin. "There are a lot of Weyrlings who are new to the weyr. Weyrlingmaster B'kay will be sure to post notices around the barracks. And if you're confused, just ask any of the others. I'm sure we'll all be happy to help you get around."
Realizing she was rambling, Cilnah quickly snapped her mouth shut, but a smile lingered across her lips in an almost mischievous manner. Beside her, Basyth stretched out his neck and nudged gently against her side. When she gave him a curious look, he chuckled in her mind, a low rumble in his chest. When he spoke, it was in a slightly admonishing tone.
You're being rude, Mine. When His continued to give him a confused, rather blank stare, he slowly shook his head, almost with the air of one who is painstakingly instructing a novice. You forgot to introduce us.[/i] That got Cilnah's mind working again, and she lifted one hand, gently smacking her palm against her forehead. "Oh course! Ho rude of me! My name is Cilnah, and this is my Basyth."[/size]
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Post by Monkeyfuzz on Sept 3, 2008 15:52:09 GMT -5
Aylana thought on it. For all the bronzes she'd seen, she'd seen the darker bronze the most, come to think of it. So that was Syth! It explained a little; she'd only seen B'kay at a distance, then. She blinked slightly at C'train, for she hadn't known about B'kay's...mood of late. But suddenly another man approached them and she turned her head to him politely.
Startled, she wordlessly nodded to the Weyrlingmaster- she got her name right- and listened to him silently. Then, she watched him for a moment as he left once more. She turned back to the Beast master and couldn't help but smile slightly. "Well, that was convenient. He didn't seem to be on that bad of a mood." In fact, he seemed to be quite the opposite, mood-wise. No matter, it wasn't really any of her business anyhows. She mulled over his message. "The barracks. That should be fun searching for," she joked lightly with a gentle smile.
Aladath didn't really listen to the B'kay as he spoke to his rider and to Rhobith's, but did flutter his wings a little. Hello little cousin! he practically chirped to Rapture before his faceted eyes focused on his clutch-brother. Exactly. It's so much more...interesting...than the sands. Everyone- or mostly everyone- is going along and mingling. So exciting.
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Post by Kitari on Sept 5, 2008 12:27:11 GMT -5
At Vicroth's returned affection, Elinth emitted a small sound rather like a purr as she settled down, folding her wings as neatly as Brinne had folded her skirts. Yes, I do hope she will learn to manage soon, she replied, amused. She tilted her head to the side as conversation ensued, snorting at her rider's disgruntlement over Fallen's limited speech. And perhaps yours requires practice with interaction?
And disgruntled Brinne was, for Fallen's response was both terse and standoffish, especially when followed by an immediate shift in his gaze back to an apparently far more important subject: his dinner. Her nose pinched slightly in distaste. This just wasn't fair! Not one man in his Weyr was open to her advances. Had they all sworn an oath of celibacy upon entering?!
For a moment she did nothing more than stir her tubers, eating a few without enjoying their taste. But Brinne is always one to bounce back quickly, and she did so especially fast at the realization of just what this young man was doing. He was refusing to follow Weyr protocol and shorten his name to a traditional honorific. It was no wonder he was being hostile about it, as he likely expected a negative reception from Weyrfolk. And he was likely to receive that...but not from Brinne. All she could think was, Ooooh, how intriguingly rebellious!
If dragons could roll their eyes, Elinth did so at this point. Ignoring the amusement drifting to her from the green, Brinne replaced her playful smile easily, tilting her head at the other Weyrling. "Fallen it is, then. It suits you far better, I think." Her eyelashes dipped demurely over her green eyes, and she tossed her head slightly as if to remove clinging strands of red hair from her vision, while her true intent was, of course, to show off the rich colour of her locks. "And just what was it that made you decide to do away with tradition?" There was no criticism in her tone, merely barely contained curiousity, and she leaned forward slightly over the table, awaiting his response.
Her eyes riveted upon the bronze dragonet again with the gesture of Fallen's fork, and her smile broadened ever so slightly. "He looks to be a very strong bronze," Brinne murmured, approving. "And as handsome as his rider." She wasn't pushing it too far, was she? Elinth merely gazed up at her rider, curious.
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Post by meah on Sept 6, 2008 16:45:52 GMT -5
How long had it been? Far too long. Bastard child or not, that Iraink kid was still family. Sort of. It had taken Andy a long time to realize that, and now that the moment that he could possibly meet him again was upon him, he wondered how angry Iraink would be with him. Or, I'nk, if he had Impressed as Miladath claimed.
Of course he Impressed. See, that boy with the pretty Silvrith? He even looks kind of like you. Also, Silvrith says that they are looking for us.
It had been quite a long time. Last A'mnir had seen him, Iraink had been a small child, only five Turns old or so. He'd been sneaking around the kitchens. He was always sneaking, actually, that was just sort of the way he was. Or had been; for all A'mnir knew, things had changed in that messed-up little head of his. It wasn't likely, though. There were some things that were just so ingrained in a person's psyche that they could not change. Insanity tended to be one of them.
He was taller now. Though not as much as A'mnir had expected, even for someone who was maybe hitting puberty late. By all accounts, I'nk- for that was indeed a blue dragon beside him- was absolutely tiny. The resemblance between them remained, though, those blue eyes that were incapable of hiding anything. Well, actually, only A'mnir's couldn't hide anything. I'nk had been quite an accomplished liar, even as a young child.
A'mnir remembered what had happened only a few days before Iraink had left. Iraink had been sneaking around Andy's room, rather more suspiciously than usual, and a couple of hours later, Andy's prized carved dragon had mysteriously disappeared. He'd never had a chance to confront Iraink about it, but he got the feeling that he was the reason it had gone. He couldn't actually prove anything, but he was pretty certain. And now they were meeting again. How odd fate could be. They were on a level plain, now. A blue rider and a green, no longer a bastard child and a legitimate son.
He stood, somewhat shakily but he really was feeling a bit better now. "Iraink?"
It is I'nk, now, [/i] Miladath reminded him, but he didn't care. Sensing that she was being ignored, she turned her attention to Silvrith. So, are you of the opinion, as I am, that no matter what these silly people think, the weather really is quite nice today?[/size][/quote] I'nk stared at the boy standing before him. This guy was so much older than the Andy he remembered. The Andy he remembered did things like let I'nk hide his things from the thread-droppers in his room. At least, that was how I'nk liked to remember him, rather than the way he was when they'd last met. Silvrith...is this really Andy?Sidhka took a brief moment to butt in with her mind and answer the question. Of course not, you idiot. But he'll claim he is.I'nk nodded. It made sense the way Sidhka put it. Silvrith's explanation wouldn't make that much sense at all. He looked for the good in people too often, in I'nk's mind. He didn't believe in the thread-droppers. Not really. It worried I'nk some, to see that his new best friend didn't believe him about something so awful. Ignore what the silly green voice says, mine. At least talk to him. I think he's your Andy, although his says he's A'mnir now.I'nk looked at Sill for a minute and, deciding the dragon was sincere, looked back at the boy. "Yeah...are you...Andy?" He stared at the boy near him and then the burning question burst out. "Why're you so much older?"Silvrith could only imagine how silly his looked to others, and decided to ignore the boy largely in favor of having a lovely conversation with the lovelier Miladeth. Indeed. It's very nice weather. But these people don't have the hides of dragons to keep them comfortable in such nice temperatures. If the weather were this lovely every day, the people would spend all of their time complaining to us dragons and we would never have time to talk to each other. It would be regrettable to be too busy to speak to such a lovely green as yourself.
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Post by D'gellin on Sept 6, 2008 19:52:42 GMT -5
Vicroth tilted his head toward his rider's conversation as he considered Elinth's words. Yes, it does appear that way, does it not? He replied, amused. When he turned toward Elinth again, there was an unmistakable draconic grin hovering about his muzzle. Perhaps if Yours taught Mine how to converse, Mine could teach Yours how to walk? He rumbled in quiet laughter. Although that would leave us with very little else to do, not having to assure that Ours do not trip or scare others off.
Having successfully fended off conversation for the moment, Fallen was debating weather he should linger or just get up and leave altogether. He was no longer hungry, having eaten plenty before Brinne had sat down. But the wine was lulling his nerves just a little. And a full belly never did want to move. He sighed and took another sip of wine, watching the people move past and around in the large room without entirely seeing them. He was part of the party but separate, able to participate without words. Surely, if this had been a Hold Gather, it wouldn't be like this, he considered as he absently swirled an empty cup of wine. No, he'd likely be twirling a pretty girl around on the dance floor (escaping, naturally, before names could be swapped), lost deep in debate with old drunken traders, or stalking the stands of merchandise for just the article that would be useful on his next run.
But this wasn't a Gather, of course. And this wasn't at a Hold, which made the vital difference. You are becoming melancholy, Fallen. If you would please look up, Elinth's is speaking to you. I believe you will find real interactions much more interesting than fantasized ones. He frowned into his cup as he refocused on the abandoned conversation. Much as Brinne had suspected, Fallen assumed that his assertion to keep his full name would be frowned upon in the Weyr. But, much to his surprise, this young woman accepted it without a fuss. He raised one eye-brow as he looked up, giving her the decency of at least paying attention to what she was saying before condemning her.
For a moment he wasn't entirely sure what to say in response. Having blown her off before, only locking eyes originally to secure the point that his name was Fallen and not F'len, he hadn't actually looked at the young woman. Well he was certainly looking now. The ex-trader ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his seat to regain his composure. You could be a phobic of commitment but you didn't need loyalty to acknowledge a pretty face or...It took a great amount of self-control not to look her up and down. Now why had he never run across this girl at a Gather before? "It has nothing to do with destroying traditions. I was born with the name Fallen. So I won't permit any Weyr to steal my name on top of everything else they've taken. That, of all things, I should be entitled to." Fallen explained with surprising rationale. He frowned then, realizing how much this simple statement said, though he made no move to amend it. If he was going to speak, he was going to be honest.
As Brinne turned the conversation towards Vicroth, Fallen found an unplanned shadow of a smile on his lips. Just a twitch of pride on his face before he stifled the visible show of emotion. Again he wondered if this was his own feelings or that of his dragon channeled across their unfathomable link. But he took the compliment to Vicroth with good grace, nodding his head once in acknowledgment before hearing Brinne's next words. He looked back up at her like a dear in headlights. With a start he recognized that a part of the girl's physical attraction was because she was subtly playing it up. He wasn't an idiot. And he wasn't so blinded by beauty that he wasn't suspicious of it. And, now here was the killer, much as he'd thoroughly enjoy spending time with an attractive woman, he couldn't run away in the night like he would have otherwise. Like he recalled before, this was a Weyr. New weyrlings didn't up and disappear the evening after Impression. Or did they? Fallen certainly wouldn't know. All he was aware of was that he required the Weyr to assure Vicroth had everything he needed. And - again that unexplainable emotion! - he could not forfeit Vicroth. So running away was no longer an option.
How utterly frustrating. Fallen corrected his expression, choosing instead to drown himself in his second cup of wine. "What a very considerate compliment." Was his deadpan response, while silently dying a little inside. Why couldn't this be just another Gather?
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Post by Flamewolf on Sept 6, 2008 20:40:22 GMT -5
S'yew flashed a smile in his direction. "Yes, in fact, it is." Which was also surprising. He hadn't seen this one around before, not even in the barracks (though...he was rarely in there...being up and about the weyr creating havoc too much to hang around in the rooms). So, he wasn't really sure if this was normal for F'rallen, but still, horrible display of self-control and his part. This was really starting to bug him. Not in the wrong way, of course, although it did ruin his plans to create some interesting plans in the feast. Did somebody else play a prank on this kid to get him to be this down? Some people took them the wrong way- S'yew as Sun Yew knew that as a fact, although the two are probably mirror images of each other, since S'yew won't EVER change his ways (at least, it's highly unlikely. Just wait until weyrling lessons!!)- or it just might have been a really bad one. Or it might not be something like that at all, and he could be totally out of the ball park.
In which case he was. It was because of a girl! He snorted; he never really got himself worked up over those things. They didn't phase him in the least. Although, if she was his friend, it could certainly put a damper on things- but then again, if she was his friend, he could go over there anyways! "Wait, is she a close friend? Or just an acquaintance-friend that you like?" And yes, it was obvious as well that he liked her, or else he wouldn't be this bummed out about it. "Cuz if she's your friend-friend, you should go over to her anyways. Shards, you could even do it now. I highly doubt she'd mind the attention of two bronze riders. In fact..." He peered at Brinne, easily knowing whom he was taking about just because of the situation he explained. "...Seems like she's esctatic at the prospect of one. Think of her reaction when you make that number double." He laughed. Girls were so predictable. "And so what, if you weren't a candidate? Didn't the Beast master and a stable hand impress? That girl with the blue and- Caltrain, I think?- with the brown. You impressed bronze. Go over and show her that you mean something by proving the fact that you are a bronzerider."
Wow. That was quite the little speech he gave. But, it was in his nature. He couldn't prank someone that was already down. It just wasn't his way of doing things. And this guy was really crushed by this girl (Note to self: NEVER get into this situation) and he had to help him somehow! Hopefully that would give him a boost. If not, S'yew sucks at this and needs to go bang his head against a glow basket.
Danteth listened to the exchange silently for a moment, before glancing to Dacreth. He likes her that much? Why not just go over? He was confused. Why couldn't he just go over to her? What was the big deal? Ugh. Humans made no sense. Can't live with them, can't live without 'em. "Hey! I heard that, y'know! You're not the only one who can read minds." The bronze glanced sideways at him, eyes whirling with a tinge of amusement. Exactly. S'yew smiled slightly but quickly tried to smother it for the benefit of the other weyrling. No need in getting into trouble already...Tomorrow, maybe, but not today xD
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Post by Shikai on Sept 7, 2008 2:10:08 GMT -5
It was quite the speech S’yew gave, but unfortunately, it was lost on F’rallen. The weyrling in question could only stare dumbly at the other bronzerider as his words slowly sunk in. Like? Friend-friend? Even F’rallen wasn’t dense enough (although he was painfully close) to be ignorant of the meaning of those terms when said with the proper inflections. No, S’yew couldn’t be implying…he couldn’t mean…
“No, no, it’s not like that!” He quickly replied, an expression of shock on his face to match the panic in his voice, shaking his head vigorously to emphasize the point. “I…I don’t…you know, like her, or anything. She’s…a friend. Um…a close friend, I think?” Well, to him she was more than just an acquaintance, but after the events of the evening, he was led to wonder if she considered him a close friend, too. Still, it was somehow distressing that S’yew had so quickly assumed that F’rallen’s feelings toward her went beyond friendship. Of course not! …Right?
S’yew had known upon seeing F’rallen that the dragonhealer was upset, after all. Could there be something to what he said now? No, no, definitely not. F’rallen didn’t get crushes, nor did others have crushes on him, to his knowledge (not that he would be able to tell if they did, generally oblivious as he was). His life was fairly simple. F’rallen’s work was his main priority, doing what he could for the injured dragons. He enjoyed helping them as well as keeping busy in general. What free time he had he either spent with his friends, or going for a walk, or something to that effect. Funny, at the old weyr he had had several friends among his foster siblings and the other weyrbrats, although none terribly close to him, but little time to spend with them. Here, he had precious few acquaintances, let alone friends, and more time than he knew what to do with. Brinne was his closest friend at the weyr, certainly, but his feelings had to end there. She was just…a better friend than he had had before. Yes, that was it!
Why wouldn’t it make sense that he was upset now? Perhaps his reaction was a bit extreme, but that could easily be blamed on his recent impression. Impressions were bound to make people overemotional. Glad that he had settled his inner crisis for the time being, he turned to S’yew’s latter words.
“No, I can’t go over there…not right now. She looks like she’s enjoying herself, I wouldn’t want to ruin it.” He said, shooting a glance at where she sat. Indeed, she was smiling at Fallen in a way that F’rallen didn’t like at all, although he couldn’t say why…it made his stomach churn, and he quickly looked away. No, he definitely didn’t want to talk to her with the other bronzerider right there.
“That’s true, they did impress, didn’t they? So I guess I’m not the only one, at least.” He replied, in regards to Caltrain and Aylana’s good fortune. His melancholy expression turned thoughtful for a moment as S’yew’s next words sunk in, and he glanced down at Dacrith as though needing the confirmation that yes, he had impressed a bronze. F’rallen had never really been one to judge others at all, much less based on rank or dragon color, but he wasn’t unaware of the prestige of being a bronzerider. And while it made little difference to him, perhaps S’yew was right, and it would matter to Brinne. Although she certainly hadn’t thought less of him for his low rank before, maybe…
“Do you think so? You think she’d be…impressed?” He asked, meeting S’yew’s eyes with his own for the first time in a while. However, he quickly looked down again, locking his eyes on his now cold, uneaten food. “Ah, well…maybe later…” F’rallen replied, looking as flustered as he felt. “Like I said, she’s…busy now. She doesn’t want to talk to me.”
If Dacrith had hands, he surely would have put one to his face long ago in the conversation, as he listened to his. As S’yew seemed to be doing quite a good job of trying to show F’rallen reason, the dragon had fallen silent, but the dragonhealer seemed to be refusing to see logic, insisting on abiding by his irrational feelings and staying put where he was miserable. Shells, I wish I knew.[/color] He replied absently to his clutchbrother. Why did it seem quite obvious to all of them that F’rallen liked Brinne more than he would admit, but the boy refused to accept the possibility? As irritatingly unreasonable as it was, Dacrith knew that pushing F’rallen in that respect would only cause him more distress, so for now, he didn’t bother him about it.
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Post by B'kay on Sept 8, 2008 9:58:28 GMT -5
Startled, she wordlessly nodded to the Weyrlingmaster- she got her name right- and listened to him silently. Then, she watched him for a moment as he left once more. She turned back to the Beast master and couldn't help but smile slightly. "Well, that was convenient. He didn't seem to be on that bad of a mood." In fact, he seemed to be quite the opposite, mood-wise. No matter, it wasn't really any of her business anyhows. She mulled over his message. "The barracks. That should be fun searching for," she joked lightly with a gentle smile. Aladath didn't really listen to the B'kay as he spoke to his rider and to Rhobith's, but did flutter his wings a little. Hello little cousin! he practically chirped to Rapture before his faceted eyes focused on his clutch-brother. Exactly. It's so much more...interesting...than the sands. Everyone- or mostly everyone- is going along and mingling. So exciting.Rapture hopped to the edge of the table, and greeted Aladath with a trilling croon, rattling his wings and lowering his head. C'train smiled at his little friend as he nodded in response to Aylana's words. "Well, I've been around long enough, and delivered plenty of cut up meat, so I know where the weyrling barracks are located, anyway. I'm sure we can find our assigned places without too much trouble." The young dragonets, however, did not seem to be in any hurry to be put to bed. Rhobith nodded to Aladath, Yes, so many faces to see! And good smells, too. I think I like feasts!
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Post by Felina on Sept 9, 2008 16:08:22 GMT -5
((-dies laughing- I absolutely adore Miladath. So possessive; I've half a mind to let her start hissing 'my preciousssss' out of nowhere in reference to A'mnir. But I shan't.))
Miladath, how can I even be sure after all this time that it's him? I mean, he was five. How much could he possibly remember anyhow?
Shards, he didn't even remember all that much. And he was fairly certain that his brother had never been one of the brightest glows in the basket; in fact, he'd probably been one of those that just looked like a regular rock next to all of the others. Miladath, though, only leaned a little closer into the side of his leg. Because it just is. Now hush so I can speak with Silvrith.
As the boy asked his first question, the truth of the matter was instantaneously clear. This kid really was Iraink. A'mnir nodded slowly, having a hard time not staring at the eyes. They were his eyes, only harder somehow. Like they'd been through and seen things that A'mnir couldn't even imagine. "Yeah, I'm... I was... Andy."
Then Iraink - I'nk, he really would have to remember that change in name - asked his second question and it was also quite clear that I'nk was about as bright as ever. Which was to say, having approximately no wits about him at all. A'mnir took a minute to think how he was supposed to answer such a bizarre question. "Because, I'nk, it's been ten Turns. People grow in ten Turns. A lot. Though apparently some more than others." Or, more specifically, he more than the still-tiny I'nk.
"But I'nk... where have you been all this time? Why did you never contact us again? We were your family, as much as your father was, whoever he was."
True, that, Miladath said, a trifle smugly. She was on the vain side, even for a green. And if they had dragon hide as well, they would look rather silly. Besides, no blue human could be as handsome as yourself, except for possibly my A'mnir, but I do not believe that he could be blue anyhow. After all, he is mine. I do wish it could be this lovely at least on occasion, though. From what I've heard, this is a first. A shame, really. I suppose we will have to weather the worse weather, though, no pun intended.
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