Post by Taxx on Nov 8, 2022 13:38:17 GMT -5
L'rey! Mine! Help!
Startled by the mental yell, the weyrling winced and spun around, just in time to see his bronze hurl himself the last five feet of distance and crash into him, knocking him off his feet and hitting the ground hard. For a moment he had to fight to get air back into his lungs, winded by the collision and only aware of Codrath dancing around him, a gleam of something bright held in his jaws and a very angry... person... looming over him.
He gulped down a breath, blinked to clear his vision, and managed to take in what was going on. The knots on the person's shoulder indicated a Smithcraft... apprentice or journeyman, he wasn't that well versed in the differences between them. Codrath, his stubborn dragon, was holding a silver thing, and judging by the crafter, it was probably theirs. L'rey barely held back a sigh; it wasn't the first time he'd had to deal with the bronze stashing something shiny away, but it was the first time he'd had to deal with the owner of said shiny thing trying to reclaim the stolen item.
His body twinged as he hauled himself upright again (he was going to bruise for sure after that) and planted his feet to stare up at the crafter. There was the slightest hint of concern in the man's eyes, but mostly he just looked furious. "Your dragon took that from me," he began, flashing a glare at Codrath, who'd stopped moving to crouch behind L'rey, head flat on the ground and tail lashing. "I'd like it back."
No! It's mine, I found it. Isn't it pretty, L'rey? I'll show it to you later, of course, but not right now. Make him go away, he can't have it.
For a moment L'rey was torn. It was the crafter's, he knew that, but he didn't want to fight with his dragon about this. He'd already had several arguments over the store of bones the bronze was collecting, and the bronze wasn't above throwing a tantrum to keep what he thought to be his. The time or two he'd won such an argument, Codrath had refused to have anything to do with his cruel, unfeeling rider- and somehow, when he returned, there was always one more bone than when he'd left, the lost treasure returned to the hoard. Really, it was a losing battle- and between his dragon and a person, he'd always chose Codrath.
"I'll buy it from you." He had some marks- Uncle Rey gave him a few now and then. Never very much, he wasn't rich, but given L'rey really didn't have need to buy anything, he'd built up a decent amount. Surely, more than enough to buy the thing Codrath had taken a fancy to.
"Excuse me?" The crafter stared, incredulous. "That's not the point! Not to mention that I was making that for someone else, your dragon snuck into the smith and took something that didn't belong to him! You need to give it back."
Anger at the demand made L'rey bristle and he straightened, expression settling into a glare. "I don't need to do anything, Smithcrafter. I offered payment for the item, you can take it or not. Perhaps you should be more careful of what you leave lying around." Codrath was who he was. He wouldn't change, nor did L'rey want him to. And he wasn't going to stand there and get lectured by this... nobody.
Bolstered by his rider's indignant thoughts, Codrath stepped up beside him, eyes glowing red and whirling quickly, teeth bared around the object and a growl rumbling in his throat. The crafter's gaze shifted between L'rey and Codrath, but it was toward the dragon he lunged, grabbing for the stolen item. Codrath's growl turned into a startled snarl and he lashed out before ducking away to stand on L'rey's other side. He was crouched now, daring the man to make another attempt.
It was the last thing on the man's mind now. His hand was very slowly oozing blood from the nick Codrath had manged to inflict on him. Barely enough to be called a nick- it wouldn't even scab over as it healed. "How dare you-!"
"Don't yell at him!"
Don't yell at me!
The twin demands- one verbal, one mental- shut the Smithcrafter up. He stared, still furious and now disbelieving- all that hard work for nothing, another knife handle he'd have to make from scratch- his just finished piece stolen by this pair of upstarts. Speechless for a moment, then he straightened, shot one last glare at the two, and turned on his heel to march back to the Crafthall.
Deflating- and shaking a bit from the rush of nerves dying away- L'rey turned to Codrath, the bronze sitting up with the handle proudly displayed in his jaws. "You," L'rey began, reaching for the thing and inspecting it as Codrath released it to his rider. Ornate, and carved, too. He did feel bad for the crafter, because he could recognize skill when he saw it- he would try to pay the man for the work, he just didn't feel like fighting Codrath for possession of the piece. "You are going to get me in trouble, one day."
It's mine. Pride bloomed within the bronze, rumbling happily now that the dispute was over, thrilled at the way the handle caught the sun and gleamed. All mine. Give it back, I need to take it somewhere safe, where nobody can take it away from me.
Sigh. Handing it back to Codrath, L'rey watched him scamper back to the Barracks to squirrel away his newest precious treasure.
Startled by the mental yell, the weyrling winced and spun around, just in time to see his bronze hurl himself the last five feet of distance and crash into him, knocking him off his feet and hitting the ground hard. For a moment he had to fight to get air back into his lungs, winded by the collision and only aware of Codrath dancing around him, a gleam of something bright held in his jaws and a very angry... person... looming over him.
He gulped down a breath, blinked to clear his vision, and managed to take in what was going on. The knots on the person's shoulder indicated a Smithcraft... apprentice or journeyman, he wasn't that well versed in the differences between them. Codrath, his stubborn dragon, was holding a silver thing, and judging by the crafter, it was probably theirs. L'rey barely held back a sigh; it wasn't the first time he'd had to deal with the bronze stashing something shiny away, but it was the first time he'd had to deal with the owner of said shiny thing trying to reclaim the stolen item.
His body twinged as he hauled himself upright again (he was going to bruise for sure after that) and planted his feet to stare up at the crafter. There was the slightest hint of concern in the man's eyes, but mostly he just looked furious. "Your dragon took that from me," he began, flashing a glare at Codrath, who'd stopped moving to crouch behind L'rey, head flat on the ground and tail lashing. "I'd like it back."
No! It's mine, I found it. Isn't it pretty, L'rey? I'll show it to you later, of course, but not right now. Make him go away, he can't have it.
For a moment L'rey was torn. It was the crafter's, he knew that, but he didn't want to fight with his dragon about this. He'd already had several arguments over the store of bones the bronze was collecting, and the bronze wasn't above throwing a tantrum to keep what he thought to be his. The time or two he'd won such an argument, Codrath had refused to have anything to do with his cruel, unfeeling rider- and somehow, when he returned, there was always one more bone than when he'd left, the lost treasure returned to the hoard. Really, it was a losing battle- and between his dragon and a person, he'd always chose Codrath.
"I'll buy it from you." He had some marks- Uncle Rey gave him a few now and then. Never very much, he wasn't rich, but given L'rey really didn't have need to buy anything, he'd built up a decent amount. Surely, more than enough to buy the thing Codrath had taken a fancy to.
"Excuse me?" The crafter stared, incredulous. "That's not the point! Not to mention that I was making that for someone else, your dragon snuck into the smith and took something that didn't belong to him! You need to give it back."
Anger at the demand made L'rey bristle and he straightened, expression settling into a glare. "I don't need to do anything, Smithcrafter. I offered payment for the item, you can take it or not. Perhaps you should be more careful of what you leave lying around." Codrath was who he was. He wouldn't change, nor did L'rey want him to. And he wasn't going to stand there and get lectured by this... nobody.
Bolstered by his rider's indignant thoughts, Codrath stepped up beside him, eyes glowing red and whirling quickly, teeth bared around the object and a growl rumbling in his throat. The crafter's gaze shifted between L'rey and Codrath, but it was toward the dragon he lunged, grabbing for the stolen item. Codrath's growl turned into a startled snarl and he lashed out before ducking away to stand on L'rey's other side. He was crouched now, daring the man to make another attempt.
It was the last thing on the man's mind now. His hand was very slowly oozing blood from the nick Codrath had manged to inflict on him. Barely enough to be called a nick- it wouldn't even scab over as it healed. "How dare you-!"
"Don't yell at him!"
Don't yell at me!
The twin demands- one verbal, one mental- shut the Smithcrafter up. He stared, still furious and now disbelieving- all that hard work for nothing, another knife handle he'd have to make from scratch- his just finished piece stolen by this pair of upstarts. Speechless for a moment, then he straightened, shot one last glare at the two, and turned on his heel to march back to the Crafthall.
Deflating- and shaking a bit from the rush of nerves dying away- L'rey turned to Codrath, the bronze sitting up with the handle proudly displayed in his jaws. "You," L'rey began, reaching for the thing and inspecting it as Codrath released it to his rider. Ornate, and carved, too. He did feel bad for the crafter, because he could recognize skill when he saw it- he would try to pay the man for the work, he just didn't feel like fighting Codrath for possession of the piece. "You are going to get me in trouble, one day."
It's mine. Pride bloomed within the bronze, rumbling happily now that the dispute was over, thrilled at the way the handle caught the sun and gleamed. All mine. Give it back, I need to take it somewhere safe, where nobody can take it away from me.
Sigh. Handing it back to Codrath, L'rey watched him scamper back to the Barracks to squirrel away his newest precious treasure.
