Excessive Feelings

[Esko]

BT Month 13

Weyrlingmaster's Office

Ts'lar and green Serenth

Ts'lar rubbed her temples for the umpteenth time that day, that month, that Weyrlinghood. Serenth had nearly panicked during flight practice because she thought Delphith had strained a wing, or that Hadryth had clawed up somebody's wing by accident, or...honestly, she couldn't keep track of the reasons for Serenth's empathetic freakouts. That was probably an issue. Okay, that was definitely an issue. But she was too tired- no, too distracted- no, too....Ts'lar sighed in frustration, the noise turning into somewhat of a growl. That definitely wasn't intentional. Probably. She was too embarrassed to ask somebody about it. Surely, her classmates were going through the same turmoils with their bonds. Surely, Serenth wasn't the only hyper-feeling dragonet? Ts'lar hoped there'd be someone she could relate to, but through her frantic observations she couldn't find anything like that. Faranth, she missed T'skel so much. He surely knew what to do.

Oh Ts'lar mine, I'm so sorry- Serenth began, but Ts'lar put a hand up. "I don't want to hear it! All you've done is apologize to me for months!" She buried her head in her hands for a brief moment, before she looked back up to see Serenth's little legs shuddering. And her wings. And her everything. Ts'lar had been a child once- she knew what that meant.

"Ah! Serenth, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lash out like that. I'm just- I'm just so tired!" She embraced the green's neck and sighed. Something had to be done. She dreaded it, but she might have to make use of her feeble conversation skills and talk to the Weyrlingmaster. She didn't know why the thought of talking to D'rew made her nervous; the man hadn't done anything. That was just the way she was. Still, she squared her shoulders and made the best "determined" face she could muster. How would she explain herself though? She sincerely hoped the Weyrlingmaster would get what she was talking about, but first, she had to get a time with him.

'Serenth, ask Sabanth if His is free to talk. I have...a question to ask him.' She wasn't sure why she hesitated, but Serenth immediately perked up. If there was anything that cheered her up, it was talking to whatever soul was open.

She mentally reached out to the much older blue, her voice full of trills and chitters. 'Master, Ts'lar Mine wishes to ask Yours a question. Is this a good time? Ts'lar envied her dragon's courtesy. It just came to the slender green. Ts'lar twiddled her thumbs on her cot in the Barracks, wondering if this was really a good idea. Maybe this was something she needed to figure out on her own. But she'd had seven months to do it.

Zen

[Zen]

D'rew :: Blue Sabanth

The dragonets were, for the most part, all quite eager to be flying as much as possible since their first real flights around a month ago, likely urged on by their lifemates, just as eager to join them. Sabanth spent most of his time keeping an eye on his young charges to ensure they didn’t try anything beyond their abilities, or that their riders did not attempt to ride them before they had permission. Several were in the sky even now and the blue lay atop the plateau, watching.

When Serenth spoke to him, his gaze fell from the sky briefly, as the young green was not among the fliers, but neither was she within his sight on the ground. He returned to watching, I will ask him. One moment.

D’rew felt the blue’s attention shift to him before he spoke, What is it?

Serenth’s would like to speak with you. She wonders if you are available currently. What should I tell her?

Oh, sure. I can talk to her. The weyrlingmaster set aside the book he’d been reading. It was his favorite book, and also the only one he had brought back in time. As such he had read it several times already and to be honest, at this point he was pretty sure he could recite it in its entirety if anyone asked. But there was very little option for recreation for their little group of time travelers, so he was reading it again anyway. Perhaps he could find someone else to swap books with… if anyone else had thought to bring one or two along. A bit of variety would be nice.

Sabanth spoke again to Serenth, She can find him in his quarters in the barracks. He’s expecting her.

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