Post by Zen on Nov 17, 2020 5:54:19 GMT -5
No'va :: Brown Alduntulath, Lord Divano, Lady Relwisha
Alyx
No’va was quite well and truly glad of his new status as a dragonrider, a weyrling, and that he would be expected to ferry candidates to the Gather today and could therefore not attend the wedding, as he would have been expected to attend with the rest of his family were he still at Tidewalk. Weddings were rather boring affairs if you asked him and that he would never have to sit through another one of them again was yet another reason to be thankful for Aldy. Oh, but wait… if he became Weyrleader then he would probably have to… drat.
Well, that didn’t matter right now. He was just a weyrling not a Weyrleader, and had no such obligations. It did make it easy to know where to find his family, however, when he finally did get a moment to slip off to see them. Of course he had written his family immediately upon his return to present time, but he had left out the most important and awesome detail about his new dragon, wanting to surprise them when next they met. He had originally been planning to see if he could fly to Tidewalk to visit them but then he’d heard of the Gather coming up and decided he could wait until then. It would probably be easier than trying to arrange time to get away from training.
So he had left his friends to ‘use the privy’, only a little lie that he felt a little bad about, and gone in search of his family so he could finally introduce them to Aldy properly. He found his father with Lord Reageren while his mother was chatting with Lady Saelbine. Just in time he remembered his manners and didn’t just interrupt their conversations, though he fidgeted impatiently as he stopped before the two Lords and Ladies and waited to be addressed. He didn’t have to wait long for his mother to shift her attention.
“Novarel!” she cried ecstatically the moment she saw him, interrupting her own conversation to throw her arms around him, “Oh, my baby boy… look at you!” She forced herself back to look up at him. How he’d grown in such a short time. She knew of course from her husband why that was, even before her son had sent his letter telling them all about his ‘adventure’ back in time. Her hands cupped his face, where once boyishly smooth cheeks were now roughened by a light stubble.
No’va felt his face heat up a bit at the attention but he didn’t really have the heart to push his mother’s hands away, “M-mother….”
Fortunately his father rescued him, lightly removing his wife’s hands from their son’s face by taking them in his own, and No’va shot his father a grateful look, “It’s No’va now, remember my dear?”
“Oh! Of course! No’va…,” her smile was almost too much for him. He could tell how proud she was by the way she was looking at him. While his mother had never, or rarely enough at least, been visibly disappointed with him, he’d never seen her look at him quite like this. It was what he had wanted, what he had hoped for, if he became a rider. He wanted to make his family proud of him. Seeing that he had, his throat tightened with emotion.
He grinned sheepishly, “It’s alright… you can call me whatever you want, mother.”
Not exactly one for public displays of affection, Divano held his hand out and No’va grasped his father’s arm quickly in return, “We couldn’t be happier for you, No’va. I’m glad you’ve found your path in life. And a noble one at that.”
No’va wiped quickly at his stinging eyes, grin growing wider, “Thank you, father… for supporting me.”
“Always,” Divano returned in a softer tone, his grip tightening briefly before he released his son.
“Do… do you want to meet him? My dragon? Alduntulath? I’m excited to introduce you!” No’va stumbled forward in the conversation, swallowing back his emotions.
Relwisha smiled brightly, “Of course we do! You were so secretive about him in your letter. A brown is certainly a fine dragon to have.”
“Just wait! He’s even better than a brown!”
Divano’s brows furrowed slightly at that and Relwisha cast a curious look at her husband as if he might know better what their son was talking about. Better than a brown? Had he Impressed a bronze instead? She was sure his letter had said his dragon was a brown. Divano turned to Reageren then, “Do forgive our abrupt departure. We haven’t had a chance to see our son since his Impression, nor to meet his dragon yet.”
Saelbine had returned to her husband’s side and was smiling in understanding having watched their reunion. Reageren nodded, “Of course, my friend. I ought to check in on my daughters as it is.”
No’va led the way out of the crowds, back toward where he had left Alduntulath in the company of other dragons. Upon reaching the brown, he spun around, grinning, and spread his arms out, “Isn’t he great! This is Alduntulath!” He found his parents had stopped a few paces away to stare at the beast with rather shocked expressions. Aldy lowered his head to better peer at the two. These are your sire and clutchmother? No’va laughed at the way the dragon phrased it, “People usually call them father and mother. Humans don’t really lay clutches of eggs, you know.” Aldy shifted, somewhat indignant at being laughed at, It was a perfectly reasonable thing to say. No’va reached over to rub one hand over his muzzle in reassurance.
“Oh, my…,” Relwisha finally forced herself to blink, glancing up at her husband and clearly rather at a loss for words.
Divano found his tongue a bit faster, “He… is a brown… yes…?”
“Sure is! But better! See!”
“Yes… he… I’ve never seen a… black and brown dragon before,” Relwisha managed to get out.
“Is he healthy?” Divano finally moved a bit closer, casting an appraising eye over the beast like he would over a runnerbeast back at home, though he knew far less what to look for. Relwisha stayed at her husband’s arm, clearly unsure.
No’va laughed, “He’s fine, father. If there was something wrong with him I would definitely know.” He patted Aldy’s nose, “Say hello.” Alduntulath snorted, eyed the two a moment longer, and offered his greeting, It is nice to meet you.
Relwisha jumped at the sudden intrusion into her mind. She was far less used to being around dragons than her husband, and none had ever spoken to her before. Divano patted his wife’s hand reassuringly and dipped his head slightly to the creature, “A pleasure, to be sure, Alduntulath.” Relwisha hurried to offer the brown something of a curtsy.
No’va chuckled, “You don’t have to be so formal. Aldy’s not too picky about manners.”
Alyx
