Post by Hiko on Jan 19, 2018 18:04:36 GMT -5
As Mollin neared the weyr where G'rett and Mastromideth were currently dorming, she had an awkward sense of deja vu. The last time she'd gone knocking on a bronze rider's weyr, it was the beginning of the worst time of her life. This time, however, it brought a sense of renewed hope.
It had been a few days since she and the G'rett had brought back the pair of fire lizard eggs after their little adventure (and counseling session, she thought with a mental kick to herself), and there was a nagging at the back of her head to go check on them.
As she walked, a smile toyed at forming on her lips. Daltilith was all too curious about what his new little friend might look like, and when Mollin couldn't tell him as the eggs had yet to hatch, the blue had demanded she go and see. It paired with her own suspicions, and she wondered how much her own bias had played into his questioning.
Knocking, Mollin wondered if G'rett was even in the weyr at the moment, and if he wasn't, how much of a hard time D'nel would give either of them if she were to just enter without invitation. She debated the idea, more amused at the trouble of it all than anything, and knocked again.
“G'rett? You in?” She paused. “Mastro?” Mollin couldn't help but be quietly pleased that the big bronze had taken a liking to her. He was of a different sort of personality from Daltilith's over-excited, joking nature, and while it never ceased to surprise her when the bronze spoke where she could hear, it felt like a gentle reminder that she belonged, that she was, indeed, home in the Weyr. Isolation could do a lot of damage, she reminded herself. It was entirely possible that the bronze was that open to everyone, but regardless, Mollin appreciated it.
With her hand on the side of the weyr entrance, the blue rider leaned, just barely poking her head in.
“How are the eggs?”
Alyx
It had been a few days since she and the G'rett had brought back the pair of fire lizard eggs after their little adventure (and counseling session, she thought with a mental kick to herself), and there was a nagging at the back of her head to go check on them.
As she walked, a smile toyed at forming on her lips. Daltilith was all too curious about what his new little friend might look like, and when Mollin couldn't tell him as the eggs had yet to hatch, the blue had demanded she go and see. It paired with her own suspicions, and she wondered how much her own bias had played into his questioning.
Knocking, Mollin wondered if G'rett was even in the weyr at the moment, and if he wasn't, how much of a hard time D'nel would give either of them if she were to just enter without invitation. She debated the idea, more amused at the trouble of it all than anything, and knocked again.
“G'rett? You in?” She paused. “Mastro?” Mollin couldn't help but be quietly pleased that the big bronze had taken a liking to her. He was of a different sort of personality from Daltilith's over-excited, joking nature, and while it never ceased to surprise her when the bronze spoke where she could hear, it felt like a gentle reminder that she belonged, that she was, indeed, home in the Weyr. Isolation could do a lot of damage, she reminded herself. It was entirely possible that the bronze was that open to everyone, but regardless, Mollin appreciated it.
With her hand on the side of the weyr entrance, the blue rider leaned, just barely poking her head in.
“How are the eggs?”
Alyx