Post by tovaana on Sept 21, 2020 18:11:53 GMT -5
Zylorin;
If it weren’t for the stalls and beasts that would be at the gather, he would simply not bother. He had no use for dancing or loud ruckus of gathers. People-watching was sometimes interesting, as long as said people didn’t wander his way. There was little anyone could offer him, except in observance – usually their words were meaningless and offered very little. Why people tried to suffer their speech on you when you would probably never see them again – was a mystery to him.
The ride to the gather had been… exhilarating. He hated to admit it. There was a sort of bitterness when he thought about dragons, it was hard to forget the man’s laugh and scorn when he asked to be searched. Yet, with no scientific reason other than the thrill that had come from riding a dragon and the strange sensation of going between… every time he rode a dragon it was the same frustrating clash of feelings. Resentment and desire.
Now, though, the day had gone by. He had not bet on the dragon races – there were illogical things like dragon temperaments that were not predictable. It simply did not make sense when bronzes won over greens in races. That white dragon though – it should have been first place, yet it had not. Perhaps he’d meet the rider someday – that would be a social interaction he would not avoid. He thought about the white dragon as he walked down the stalls that were further away from the hub-bub of the noise-making. With deliberate steps and his hands behind his back, he slowly made his way past pens of prized beasts – both herdbeasts and runnerbeasts. There was even a few pigs. He sighed, averting his gaze from succulent plump furry creatures. One day, one day Mavros would be blessed to have such a divine creature.
He paused near a pen with canine pups. There were a few kids with their fingers and noses pressed through the wooden planks to look at the tumbling masses of fur. While they saw ‘cute’, Zylorin was wondering about the usefulness of the creatures. He knew they could be trained, but so young and helpless they seemed rather useless. So lost in thoughts, he didn’t notice one of the owners approach behind him and try to get his attention. With a shrug after a minute or so they left him there, staring with intensity with his dark gaze under his dark brows.
