Post by L'dron and Heroth on Nov 27, 2010 12:04:09 GMT -5
M11, D14, Early Morning (Morning after the Hatching Celebration)
Mine… wake up. It is boring here in the weyr. You stayed out too late.
**Heroth, lay off.** came L’dron’s sleepy reply to his restless bronze. However, that was a bad call. The next thing he knew was a large bronze head pushing him out of bed, and him landing with an audible ‘thunk’ onto the cold rock floor.
“SHARDS!” was all that L’dron grimaced as one hand went to hold his head, the other to his back-side.
Your head never hit the floor. That is from last night. Now stop complaining and let’s get out of here. You seem to need it too.
Eyes narrowed into slits, L’dron rose up to a sitting position on the floor and glared at Heroth, both hands now massaging his temples. Images from the celebration were coming back to him now… dancing with his fellow weyrlings, congratulating the newest riders,… and drinking. It had been so long since he had partaken in the luxury of spirits that he had forgotten what his tolerance for the substance was. And last night he had gone way past his limit.
“Was knocking me out of bed really necessary???”
It got you moving, didn’t it?
Getting to his feet, L’dron mumbled to himself grouchily as Heroth merely chuckled.
“Alright, let me get dressed…”
Grabbing his trousers, tunic, and riding jacket the young man slowly got dressed; reluctant to have Heroth win so easily. Finally dressed, L’dron slipped on his boots and stepped over to Heroth.
“Alright, well can we get a bite to eat before we do whatever it is you’re so anxious about?”
Of course.
Once out on the ledge, L’dron climbed atop Heroth’s shoulders and prepared to glide down to the dining hall, eager to get something in his stomach. First though, the duo surveyed the Weyr below them. Fall had finally arrived, and a crisp autumn breeze swept over them, making L’dron grateful for his leather riding jacket. With exception to the cool air, the day was wonderful. The sun was out, and not a cloud in the sky. The trees were all sorts of colors, varying from yellow to red, with perhaps even bronze and golden touches.
Then Heroth leaped into the air, spreading his ever-growing wings and allowing the breeze, cold or not, to carry them effortlessly down to the lower level.
**Heroth, could you see if any of your clutchmates and theirs are awake? It would be nice to have some company with whatever it is we’re doing today.**
Without a word, Heroth let a brassy call loose to echo across the weyrbowl, inviting all the Stardust dragons and their riders to breakfast. The duo landed in front of the dining hall’s entrance shortly after, since the young bronze had merely allowed himself to glide down like a leaf falling from a tree. Before dismounting, L’dron wrapped his arms as far around Heroth’s thick neck as he could. **Even when you do wake me like today, I love you, Heroth.** he begrudgingly thought to the ever-growing bronze. L’dron then climbed down, and went off to the dining hall, desperately needing to nurse his hangover with a large pitcher of klah and perhaps a roll or two.
Finding the dining hall in full-swing breakfast mode, L’dron sat himself down at an empty table in hopes it would soon fill with his weyrling-class. Pouring a large mug of the freshly made klah, he waited and enjoyed his most likely only few moments of quiet of the day.
All riders are welcome to this thread, however Heroth was hoping to go on a adventure of sorts- he wants to stretch his massive wings. Non-riders are welcome as well, however be forewarned that after breakfast it's time to fly.
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Mine… wake up. It is boring here in the weyr. You stayed out too late.
**Heroth, lay off.** came L’dron’s sleepy reply to his restless bronze. However, that was a bad call. The next thing he knew was a large bronze head pushing him out of bed, and him landing with an audible ‘thunk’ onto the cold rock floor.
“SHARDS!” was all that L’dron grimaced as one hand went to hold his head, the other to his back-side.
Your head never hit the floor. That is from last night. Now stop complaining and let’s get out of here. You seem to need it too.
Eyes narrowed into slits, L’dron rose up to a sitting position on the floor and glared at Heroth, both hands now massaging his temples. Images from the celebration were coming back to him now… dancing with his fellow weyrlings, congratulating the newest riders,… and drinking. It had been so long since he had partaken in the luxury of spirits that he had forgotten what his tolerance for the substance was. And last night he had gone way past his limit.
“Was knocking me out of bed really necessary???”
It got you moving, didn’t it?
Getting to his feet, L’dron mumbled to himself grouchily as Heroth merely chuckled.
“Alright, let me get dressed…”
Grabbing his trousers, tunic, and riding jacket the young man slowly got dressed; reluctant to have Heroth win so easily. Finally dressed, L’dron slipped on his boots and stepped over to Heroth.
“Alright, well can we get a bite to eat before we do whatever it is you’re so anxious about?”
Of course.
Once out on the ledge, L’dron climbed atop Heroth’s shoulders and prepared to glide down to the dining hall, eager to get something in his stomach. First though, the duo surveyed the Weyr below them. Fall had finally arrived, and a crisp autumn breeze swept over them, making L’dron grateful for his leather riding jacket. With exception to the cool air, the day was wonderful. The sun was out, and not a cloud in the sky. The trees were all sorts of colors, varying from yellow to red, with perhaps even bronze and golden touches.
Then Heroth leaped into the air, spreading his ever-growing wings and allowing the breeze, cold or not, to carry them effortlessly down to the lower level.
**Heroth, could you see if any of your clutchmates and theirs are awake? It would be nice to have some company with whatever it is we’re doing today.**
Without a word, Heroth let a brassy call loose to echo across the weyrbowl, inviting all the Stardust dragons and their riders to breakfast. The duo landed in front of the dining hall’s entrance shortly after, since the young bronze had merely allowed himself to glide down like a leaf falling from a tree. Before dismounting, L’dron wrapped his arms as far around Heroth’s thick neck as he could. **Even when you do wake me like today, I love you, Heroth.** he begrudgingly thought to the ever-growing bronze. L’dron then climbed down, and went off to the dining hall, desperately needing to nurse his hangover with a large pitcher of klah and perhaps a roll or two.
Finding the dining hall in full-swing breakfast mode, L’dron sat himself down at an empty table in hopes it would soon fill with his weyrling-class. Pouring a large mug of the freshly made klah, he waited and enjoyed his most likely only few moments of quiet of the day.
All riders are welcome to this thread, however Heroth was hoping to go on a adventure of sorts- he wants to stretch his massive wings. Non-riders are welcome as well, however be forewarned that after breakfast it's time to fly.
Tag All!
