I Got Some Luck (2/2)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 18th October 2024
Characters: O'rosin, R'fayne
Description: Aeoluth and Skadith go hunting
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 20 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: Panitath (Cyradis), R'lor
O'rosin jerked his head back to look at Aeoluth, just to make sure that R'fayne wasn't bearing witness to a sudden bloody game. Still eating. "No, he'll tackle everyone else, too. He tries to play with some of the other dragons, and either they're very patient or they put him in his place. He's not learning his lesson, though."
“He should try tackling Panitath sometime,” R'fayne snorted. “If that doesn't get the message through I dunno what would.”
"Yeah, that's what I need. R'lor needs another reason to keep me after classes." O'rosin said sourly, "I'll just shovel everyone's dragon poop and march Aeoluth across the field until he stops running."
A dark brow raised, a little surprised he’d found a nerve so quickly. Every part of their training had to be grueling because Thread was grueling (everyone knew that) and he wanted to ask O’rosin what he expected, but clearly this holdbred man had no idea what he’d agreed to, let alone what to expect from a boisterous baby brown. R’fayne wasn’t about to say that he had his own backlog of inner frustrations too. Probably didn’t have to.
“Good. Sounds like you’ve got it figured then.” More neutrally he said, “And R’lor’s a hardass, even for a Weyrlingmaster. Pretty sure I saw him push a Weyrling doing pushups down in the mud a few Turns ago. Not low enough.”
"Oh sure." O'rosin was pretty sure that was an exaggeration, but probably close enough to the truth. "I'll count myself lucky that I can at least do those."
“You should, although it's probably double now that he's the actual Weyrlingmaster.” A bluerider with that kind of rank still stunned R'fayne, but his attention was held by something else now - not a leer, but not polite, and certainly not shy. It was always a gamble with holdbreds. His gaze was direct once it'd finished with the brownrider’s shoulders and chest, wondering if he'd caught on yet, wondering if he even knew. His voice lowered a fraction, “You don’t have much luck, do you?”
O'rosin wasn't entirely sure when the tone changed, and couldn't place the strange discomfort he felt under the bluerider's gaze. He looked away to glance back at the dragons, which was of little help. Aeoluth had finished eating and would need a wipedown. He was also play-stalking some herdbeasts across the field, his tail swishing like a barn feline. He perked up at a mental call of his name, abandoning the hunt as instructed and trotting over.
"I got some luck, to be here." O'rosin relented. "It can't replace ability, though."
R’fayne couldn’t argue with him there. His own dragon, still choking down the herdbeast legs one at a time with a delightful crunch and his dark muzzle nearly black with blood, called a gurgling goodbye to his clutchbrother. “No, you can’t,” he agreed, running a hand through his hair. “But at least you can change that one yourself.”
"We'll see about that." O'rosin said with a snort. Aeoluth nearly whipped around at the goodbye and rumbled back, fully ready to go back and take a playful swipe at Skadith instead (or tugging at the leftovers of his meal) before O'rosin's firm mental nudge pulled the dragon back on track. The concentration was written plainly on O'rosin's face, and it took a while for him to glance back to R'fayne. "First step is getting him bathed without drowning."
Last updated on the November 4th 2024