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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 28, 2011 0:03:51 GMT -5
D'nel tried to picture an older T'rey with a brown dragon. Perhaps a little taller and lankier, enough to inspire competition. He leaned back, reaching up to scratch at his green's neck ridges as T'rey gathered up their plates. He watched the other rider, gaze considering. "Past isn't always easy, but we have to look forward, right? Ah, thanks."
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 0:06:15 GMT -5
A smile for that. "To threadless skys." Then he's gone for a moment to take care of those dishes, little blue sticking close to him.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 28, 2011 0:42:44 GMT -5
D'nel leaned back on the bench, watching T'rey go until he couldn't track him anymore, and turned his attention down to the fire. The little green chirped, sensing the shift in his mood, and rubbed her cheek against his.
You like him, came Coranth's sudden, sleepy thought. D'nel recognized the heavy voice of a well sated dragon, and started a little as it drew him out of his thoughts.
The edge of his mouth twitched, and he looked away into the fire with his chin in his hand.
Maybe. You ate two, didn't you. I told you, you're only supposed to have one big one. Not two medium ones. Or two big ones. Or two small ones.
Mmmm but they were not very big ones Coranth protested, lazing somewhere, likely in grass.
D'nel shook his head at, to an outside observer, nothing, huffing a soft fond noise. Silly beauty. I'll be able to roll you down a hill at this rate.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 0:54:25 GMT -5
T'rey is not gone long, and when he returns his moods seems to have improved. He'd spoken to Orsith and was just in time to receive fresh pastries off the cooling rack, one of which is deposited in front of D'nel before he took his seat again. "When you go south, look out for T'lyle on Cryth."
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 28, 2011 1:12:42 GMT -5
D'nel, startled again out of another mental conversation, blinked owlishly down at the pastry and suddenly smiled again. He picked it up, straightening a little in his chair, and bit into it.
He took a moment to savour their luck, mmm'ing into the bite, and then brushing some crumbs off his mouth. ".......Mmn. Oh, T'lyle? How do you know him?"
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 1:22:58 GMT -5
He'd take a second to answer that, having already bitten into his pastry, and ah, the smile is back, lopsided and actually happy. "He's my half, different father." The smile quirks a little higher. "His hair curls. Cryth's brown, light color, little small for a brown, a pretty boy. And when I say watch out for him I mean it, he's clever and doesn't always use it for the best of means." The boy can't be that bad judging from the fond look on T'rey's face.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 28, 2011 20:15:23 GMT -5
D'nels mouth tips at the thought. Add some curls, take away some of the shoulder bredth in an attempt to envision him younger.... He nods, pulling a piece of the pastry off and sticking it in his mouth. He pauses until he can talk again. "Haa, sounds like a good choice for the South. Must drive the wingleader crazy."
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 20:21:41 GMT -5
"Oh no doubt he does, the also makes himself useful enough that they'll still want him I'm sure." His younger brother was trouble for sure, but...good trouble.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 28, 2011 20:25:23 GMT -5
"I'll keep an ear out for him," D'nel promises, decimating the pastry through idle attrition.
The downside to being in the South was that there would be no more incidental run ins with the wing second sitting across from him at the table. He pushed a bit of pastry into his mouth, thoughts wandering.
It wasn't like he wasn't used to being away for periods of time. T'rey would likely not even miss a new acquaintance.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 20:32:28 GMT -5
"Hmm" He plants an elbow on the table to rest his chin on a fist. "You can tell him you know me, but I'm not sure if that'll make he better or worse to you."
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 28, 2011 20:34:11 GMT -5
D'nel chuckles. "Well, does he like you?"
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 20:41:03 GMT -5
T'rey smiles. "Oh he does, we're on good terms. He's just a pest is all and he loves it."
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 28, 2011 21:46:18 GMT -5
"Ha, that sounds like what I hear about younger brothers!" D'nel rubbed the last of the crumbs from his mouth, the pastry all but disappeared. "I wouldn't really mind, but he might find me a bit dull. Most people don't find weather all that interesting."
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 22:04:30 GMT -5
"Really?" Well maybe it wasn't really interesting per-say but. "I think it sounds pretty nice, to know what'll be coming at you."
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 28, 2011 23:26:10 GMT -5
"Ha ha, but it takes a lot of staring at things...," he trailed off, glancing toward the doorway. The room had emptied out of most of the other riders and weyrfolk, gone on to the rest of their day. He fidgeted with the edge of the table, the green on his shoulder shaking herself out and stretching out an idle wing. "....I suppose I should be finding the healers before they send someone after me." He cast a quiet glance back at T'rey, oddly nervous.
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