Post by Heron on May 9, 2021 6:32:57 GMT
Rylan enjoyed duties that took him out of Harper Hall and into Haven Weyr. So much less judgment from the dragonriders, so many fewer withering glares and muttered remarks just at the edge of his hearing. Yes, he knew who his brother was. He didn't need reminding.
His parents called daily to ask why he couldn't be more like Tomlin and Harper Hall iced him out of everything for fear he would be like Tomlin and sometimes he just needed air.
Even if that air was heavy with the smells of the kitchen cavern because he was wandering places he had no real right to be. Weyrwoman Sandasa let him get away with it, though. She knew full well Rylan was skulking in her territory and Rylan was well aware of her awareness of him, and he was grateful she didn't kick him out.
But today, something odd happened. A terribly hunched figure, barely more than three feet tall and buried under a large pack, scrambled up to Rylan and put objects into his hands. Four small round things that Rylan struggled not to drop. The strange figure then hop-skipped off and disappeared.
The round things in Rylan's hands began to rattle and crack. Oh, perfect. Firelizard eggs, hatching, in the middle of a hallway.
"AGAIN?!" Sandasa's outcry of outrage was shortlived, however. She, having been on her way to the kitchen for more coffee, rushed Rylan to the kitchen, to a table by one of the firepits, procuring for him a heap of meat scraps.
He'd be needing a lot of meat scraps. He'd been given four eggs. Slowly, small creatures began to reveal themselves, one white, one green, one blue, and one brown, not a mottle in the lot.
So here's 25 BP for four firelizards for Rylan and Prissy has generously offered to write them for me.
His parents called daily to ask why he couldn't be more like Tomlin and Harper Hall iced him out of everything for fear he would be like Tomlin and sometimes he just needed air.
Even if that air was heavy with the smells of the kitchen cavern because he was wandering places he had no real right to be. Weyrwoman Sandasa let him get away with it, though. She knew full well Rylan was skulking in her territory and Rylan was well aware of her awareness of him, and he was grateful she didn't kick him out.
But today, something odd happened. A terribly hunched figure, barely more than three feet tall and buried under a large pack, scrambled up to Rylan and put objects into his hands. Four small round things that Rylan struggled not to drop. The strange figure then hop-skipped off and disappeared.
The round things in Rylan's hands began to rattle and crack. Oh, perfect. Firelizard eggs, hatching, in the middle of a hallway.
"AGAIN?!" Sandasa's outcry of outrage was shortlived, however. She, having been on her way to the kitchen for more coffee, rushed Rylan to the kitchen, to a table by one of the firepits, procuring for him a heap of meat scraps.
He'd be needing a lot of meat scraps. He'd been given four eggs. Slowly, small creatures began to reveal themselves, one white, one green, one blue, and one brown, not a mottle in the lot.
So here's 25 BP for four firelizards for Rylan and Prissy has generously offered to write them for me.