Post by tovaana on Aug 27, 2022 0:38:22 GMT -5
Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath
Zen
Should you not start the cleaning process? “Don’t move.” Maz’ru muttered, glancing up at his dragon that was resting in a way that reminded him of people that sat or stood good posture. It might be prudent to at least gather all the materials so we are ready when the candidate arrives. “Please don’t move?” Quilath was all about manners, so hoped a please would quiet the dragon. The young rider was laying on his bed sideways with a leg propped up and the other dangling almost awkwardly off the bed while he sketched with graphite a quick crude outline of the dragon that he could define later. He hummed to himself, glad that he was able to take a moment to do something he used to enjoy – colors and abstract things were more of his specialty, as he had focused on singing than developing art… but as Quilath was important to him, he wanted to be able to document their journey both in song and art. While he was just a blue rider, nothing of great importance to Pern, he was still a rider who loved his dragon and the life he had. At least, he was beginning to enjoy life a little more now that Quilath was full grown and he was getting used to his new flow of life.
Quilath was still for a few breaths before his thoughtful whirling eyes scanned his surroundings and spotted the materials that were not all together. Then, to Maz’ru’s dismay, the dragon started to move. “Ah, c’mon Quil!” Quilath. The blue interjected in a simple tone, as if he had known his rider would shorten it. “I said please!” He slumped on his bed with a groan, his art things clattering to the floor. It will just take a moment to get the things together so we are properly prepared for oiling. The dragon used cautious slow movements and put the bucket of oil and oiling cloths and sponges in a pile, his teeth puncturing one of the sponges. Ah, next time I won’t use my teeth. Will you remind me not to use my teeth when grabbing things? Or, I should remember such a thing, as my teeth are clearly sharp. There we go, see? All prepared. He rested back in his spot, looking at Maz’ru that was still in a slump on his bed. Are you going to continue your… art? If not, I suggest we make use of this time to get started on my oiling. Maz’ru had his face buried in his pillow and made a noise into his pillow. Well, that’s not a very dignified answer. You should probably sit up, and try again.
Maz’ru couldn’t help himself, he started chuckling and pushed himself up and peered at his beautiful blue dragon. “You… are a stick in the mud. You know that? Even if I was going to continue my art, you’re not sitting how you were before, I’d have to start all over.” His hands made a helpless gesture and kicked the art under his bed and his dragon all but winced. Perhaps you should put your art away… somewhere… Quilath glanced around at the rider’s messy weyr and gave up on the idea, or at least, he was distracted by a familiar presence. Ah, the candidate is on his way.
“Cool… What?” There were some shielded feelings that Maz’ru caught from his blue, but the blue shrugged them off. It’s of no importance. Maz’ru frowned and shrugged, getting up and tossing things so there were at least organized piles of things, not that he particularly cared what anyone would think of his room. Having things clean the way that would make his dragon happy also made Maz’ru feel uncomfortable. This, the organized chaos of his room, felt like home to him. "Oh no Quil, you spilled a few drops of oil." The blue corrected his rider in the usage of the nickname and glanced curiously at the clean floor. Perhaps next time I'll try slower, or you could move it instead... There was a pause. I'm afraid you're mistaken, I didn't spill anything. "Yeah, sure, look - right here." The blue, clearly confused looked closer. "Keep looking! You'll find it." Maz'ru said with a straight face, but the dragon caught the humor and mental laughter and simply sighed, I do not understand human humor.
Zen