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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 2:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2020 2:19 pm
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The Feast had been a bit of blur. Congratulations had come in, primarily from people he didn't know, but he was more than happy to receive them. The food had been heartily delicious, though he had spent most of it gazing down at the most wonderful dragon to break shell. Hybreoth, of course, had enjoy the crowd, though he did not stray far from His. Instead, the bronze watched the revelers with a keen eye, making note of those who had fine breeding, and those who did not. Who among them would be worth his regard, and which of them would not?
But there was a time and place for everything under the sun, and that was no different for R'him and Hybreoth. While he had no interest in dancing--he could hardly tear his eyes off his best beast--he supposed it would do well to congratulate others within the weyrling class. Hybreoth, at minimum, did wish to make another round among the people after all... and R'him wasn't about to deny him.
"Not a fish to be found," he mused as he aproached his fellow Westerner. "Something I won't miss at all. Ready to make the mountains our new home?" He asked R'nori, even as Hybreoth turned to regard his sister. His eyes whirled a pleasant blue-green. He was not in a foul mood, and had no objections to his clutchmates company. What an honor it would be, after all, to be seen in his resplendent company. Inannath. I trust you're enjoying yourself? He questioned, not completely disinterested in the response.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2021 10:01 pm
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R'him gave a small grimace at mention of the fish--if he didn't have to pick up a net or a pole again it would be too soon. While he didn't mind fishing, it certainly wasn't something he'd been naturally talented in doing. "At least seafood's more a rarity. I've been enjoying the heartier winter meals here, even if most of them are unfamiliar." The food was almost too rich for him, after so much time eating so much seafood--but he was quite certain he'd grow used to the the fare. High Reaches cuisine was quite different, after all.
When R'nori mentioned his cold hands, R'him could only give a snort and a smirk. "I knew it would be cold, but I didn't expect just how frigid." Certainly, both Western and High Reaches made sure no Candidates would freeze, but R'him regretted not having more fur-lined clothing. While he wasn't a man who enjoyed being cooped up and restricted by layers, after a few days at the Weyr leading up to the Hatching, he'd had a grudging change of heart. "Truth be told, I haven't even thought about the cold since meeting him." He looked down at Hybreoth, his smile already forming at the sight. Perhaps he was too besotted, or perhaps it was simply the crowds. Whatever the reason, he was still on cloud nine and the cold was one of the last things on his mind. "Maybe we'll all get set up with some fur-lined gear soon, now that we're permanent residents." Permanent enough, at least.
As it should be. He replied, taking her comment in stride. Hybreoth settled next to his sister, not at all put off by her company. She was his sister, after all, and he had no objections to hear her thoughts. For all that he enjoyed his rank and position at the top of the top (good luck telling him otherwise), he was not entirely a snob. He expected them to be polite, of course, and certainly expected them to understand whose company they were honored with--but otherwise, he was a perfectly charming sort when he chose to be. Eyes whirling a bright blue-green, bronze gave a small snort, though his pleasure was clear. We've had attention well enough, though I would have preferred more. They seem not to realize they are in the presence of greatness, but I suppose they might be forgiven. It was his hatching day, after all, and he felt the need to extend some generosity. For now. His mother and sister's attention had him well appeased.
As for Inannath's second query, the dragon gave a small tail flick. I've met some, though only a small few would be what I'd call interesting. And even that was generous. What of you? I see Yours is a pretty-ish sort of thing--is he all that you hoped out of the egg?
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