Post by tovaana on Apr 10, 2020 3:15:34 GMT -5
Treyvin; Turn 2761, 10th Pass, 6th Turn, 5th Month
He held onto the wooden boat with two hands, rolling it around to inspect every bit of it. It was smooth in his hands, not a rough edge to splinter on. Yet there was also extreme details, the edges that depicted the wood that the boat was made of, the lip of the boat – it was even hollowed out. All it needed was a sail and it’d be a genuine miniature sail boat. One like it that he could probably be on right now, or at least learning to make them, or making them… sanding down planks of wood that would actually get used for real boats.
Treyvin sighed, glad to be a safe distance from anyone else – so there would be no interference with his thoughts. Even if he had recently been practicing to push the feelings away, it was fleeting and he felt it wasn’t worth the hassle. He wanted to go home. There was nothing for him here, he guessed that the search rider and the dragon has been mistaken about his sensitivity to be a dragonrider. All he had sensitivity to was other people’s feelings… he had a quick flash back to the vivid emotions from the hatching and felt his stomach flip flop. He swallowed hard, pushing the memory away and focusing on the sound of the waves crashing on the sands and rushing toward him – but quite out of reach. He stood in the soft sand where the sand had not been touched by the tide in a long while. It was warm and soft under his feet.
His arms fell to his side, his left hand still in possession of the wooden carving. In one motion he wound up his arm, posed to throw it to the ocean – but something stopped him. Without looking at the reminder of who he could have been, his arm fell limp at his side, and he started walking toward the docks within the Harbor Cove. His thoughts no longer held a linear train of thought, he really wasn’t sure what he was doing – he just knew he wanted to be near the boats.
The lanky, and now taller after the year and a half journey, boy braced himself for the feelings that were starting to creep into his consciousness. He had learned what wasn’t his, but it didn’t make it that much easier to differentiate between his own feelings and others. He walked until he found part of the docks that was less busy and sat on the edge, tapping his own boat that he placed in his lap. When he positioned himself he felt some of the feelings shift – a lot of curiosity as people wandered by him.
“You carve that, boy?”
Treyvin looked up, surprised that anyone would bother pausing their work to converse with him. Though, it was no wonder he had stopped – the man was brimming with curiosity and maybe… nostalgia? It tasted warm compared to some of the other feelings of curiosity. He wasn’t frustrated that he wasn’t doing anything or helping people load.
He glanced at his lap and then back at the man. “Yeah.”
His face was square and covered with a lot of auburn colored hair. “Give it here.” He motioned to the boy to hand it over. Seeing as Treyvin had almost thrown it to the ocean, he didn’t hesitate to hand it over, trusting the feelings that were emanating from him.
“You a boat apprentice? Or something alike?”
“No.” He gulped, forcing out the bitter disappointment in himself.
The man’s eyes widened a tad, mirroring the bit of surprise the shaded his curiosity. “What are ya, then?”
“I… uhm.” He paused, not sure if he felt like a candidate anymore to claim to be one. He had failed. He wanted to go home. “I dunno.”
The man considered him for a moment. “Well, I could use some help at the docks and my boat, someone young and with an eye to detail.” He waved the carving and gave it back to Treyvin with a gruff smile. “What’dya say?” He blinked up at the man, surprised by the offer.
“Can…I get back to you?”
The man pursed his lips and nodded. “Sure.”
Treyvin offered a smile and watched the man stride off, along with his fading warm feelings. Hope. The man seemed like he genuinely wanted Treyvin’s help. Well, now he had options… he could go home, or work for the man and get some experience – and be able to stay near his new friends. After a few more minutes he started to feel tired from trying to decipher his own feelings, so he pushed himself to his feet to leave. He caught sight of the man once more and gave him a wave before heading toward the Weyr. He needed to find S’bol now, while he had his thoughts somewhat organized. Treyvin didn’t want to waste anymore of his time or of S’bol’s time…not if Treyvin was never going to impress.
