Post by kevna on Sept 25, 2018 19:21:49 GMT -5
Tak'ril - Bronze Weyrling
Tak'ril brushed aside the tall brush, catching site of the small bay. This one looked like the right one. He would know for sure if Ishal showed up. He hiked down into the bay area, hitting sand, and could hear Agureyth close behind him. But his thoughts were on Ishal. He had met her during evening meal, after feeding Agureyth. He had been sitting near the back when she had approached him and talked his ear off. But she had been kind, and looking for a friend. He could be a friend, right? You are a very good friend mine. Tak'ril slowed down to look even with his hatchling, smiling. Thanks buddy... But the question is can I be friends with a girl? He would have to learn to actually talk to girls first. But probably never talk as much as Ishal could. He chuckled quietly to himself as he settled closer to the small bay, looking into the waters for shipfish.
What are shipfinsh?
"Shipfish. They are big fish with big fins, and are known as fishermen's best friend."
But I am your best friend, and you are mine. His dragon stated possessively.
"I'm all yours Agureyth, it's just a figure of speech to describe the shipfish."
Why are they other fishermen's best friend?
"Well, they are known to save sailors and fishermen from shipwrecks."
What's a shipwreck?
Tak'ril refrained from sighing, instead grinning. He would have to be careful how he worded his next explanation, or he and Agureyth would be at this all day. He placed both his hands on his hips, looking out at the bay, hoping to spot the fins of shipfish.
"Well, it's when a ship breaks and it sinks-or falls into the ocean." He said the sentence slowly, bracing himself for another question.
Oh.. Can we swim? I want to see the fishes.
Well, that was better. "Er, you might scare of the shipfish, let's just wait for Ishal, okay?"
Fine fine... His bronze rumbled, and he crouched down to wait. Tak'ril stretched his arms, muscles taught, soreness from his increased workouts. He followed suit, sitting next to his hatchling to wait, determined he could be a friend. He had always been good about talking with his sister, feeling comfortable, what was so different about other girls? He tried to bury the trepidation he was feeling, and kept his murky hazel eyes on the waters.
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