Post by crinkledstraw on Jun 17, 2008 23:56:51 GMT -5
((Just wanted to introduce J'tre. I'm not expecting any replies to this, but please feel free if you're looking for somewhere to jump in.))
Tlanth was enjoying one of his favorite pasttimes these days, lazily soaking up as much sun as possible from his weyrledge, when he suddenly lifted his brassy bronze head.
~~Olth requests a visual to between to Telgar~~
{Olth?} Q'tre's mind voice was confused as he spoke the other dragon's name until it hit him, "Olth!" The second time he spoke the name it was aloud and with great excitement, "Well then, please send her an adequate picture, Tlanth. I wonder what J'tre is up to with this visit." The old bronzerider looked excited, the lines around his eyes set as he smiled broadly, and he made his way out to the Weyrbowl as fast as his occasionally rebellious arithritic knees would allow.
~~They come.~~
Q'tre hardly needed his dragon's short announcement as the familar little green popped out of between above the Telgar Weyrbowl a fraction of a second later. Tlanth trumpeted a welcoming bugle to his dark green counterpart, and even spread his wings for the green. A worthy display from the bronze whose greatest pleasure these days was sleeping on his sunny ledge.
{How did they know we were coming, Olth?} J'tre sounding irritable as he questioned his dragon, truth be told he was irritable quite frequently lately, but that was another story.
Olth was confused by her rider's annoyance, and she emphasized her second sentence in an attempt to cheer him up.
~~I, I wanted them to know. They are happy to see us.~~
The greenrider snorted as he dismounted his dragon. He jumped down from the side hidden from Q'tre's view, and that proved a good plan as he stumbled a bit on the landing. Brushing his hands off on his riding leathers, J'tre strolled around his green and genuinely smiled as he caught sight of his father, "I've something that might interest you, Q'tre" With those words J'tre pulled an envelope sealed with a bit of candlewax from the inside of his jacket and help it out towards the older man.
Q'tre beamed as he looked over his son, and his grayish blue eyes lit up as the greenrider held out a familar envelope, "Well now, this is indeed interesting." The bronzerider took the envelope and ran a finger of the wax seal, "I shouldn't open this, you know, I'm not the Weyrleader anymore. I attempt to keep my nose out of such business, which is precisely why this is surprising to me!" Q'tre laughed as he recognized that he was babbling and shrugged, "He wouldn't fault me for wanting to know about my own son's transfer, and besides, what could he do, ground me from my fighting wing?" The older rider laughed again as he broke the seal and read the transfer papers.
Everything looked in order, and Q'tre kept a smile on his face as he read. The transfer papers usually had a reason for transfer filled in, and J'tre's were no exception. The papers mentioned his slipping wing performance after the death of a long-term weyrmate, and Q'tre immediately folded them up, placed them back in the envelope, and nodded, "I'll pass these along to W'liam later." Q'tre grasped his son's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Between two men who both tried to keep their emotions hidden, that simple shoulder grasp was like a giant bearhug of recognition and shared grief. Q'tre was beginning to realize that he and his son had quite a bit in common beyond their names and looks.
J'tre chuckled softly as his father babbled in excitement about his transfer, "Yes, yes, its all there. It was... Igraine's...idea, so thank her." The greenrider paused for a moment on the name of Fort's Weyrwoman as he just couldn't remember her name for a second, but he covered it well enough, he hoped.
The greenrider nodded as his father mentioned visiting W'liam later with his papers, when suddenly the older man grasped his shoulder. J'tre smiled slightly and cleared his throat as Q'tre dropped his hand, "I know I've visited you here before, but I like the official tour if you've the time."
Tlanth was enjoying one of his favorite pasttimes these days, lazily soaking up as much sun as possible from his weyrledge, when he suddenly lifted his brassy bronze head.
~~Olth requests a visual to between to Telgar~~
{Olth?} Q'tre's mind voice was confused as he spoke the other dragon's name until it hit him, "Olth!" The second time he spoke the name it was aloud and with great excitement, "Well then, please send her an adequate picture, Tlanth. I wonder what J'tre is up to with this visit." The old bronzerider looked excited, the lines around his eyes set as he smiled broadly, and he made his way out to the Weyrbowl as fast as his occasionally rebellious arithritic knees would allow.
~~They come.~~
Q'tre hardly needed his dragon's short announcement as the familar little green popped out of between above the Telgar Weyrbowl a fraction of a second later. Tlanth trumpeted a welcoming bugle to his dark green counterpart, and even spread his wings for the green. A worthy display from the bronze whose greatest pleasure these days was sleeping on his sunny ledge.
{How did they know we were coming, Olth?} J'tre sounding irritable as he questioned his dragon, truth be told he was irritable quite frequently lately, but that was another story.
Olth was confused by her rider's annoyance, and she emphasized her second sentence in an attempt to cheer him up.
~~I, I wanted them to know. They are happy to see us.~~
The greenrider snorted as he dismounted his dragon. He jumped down from the side hidden from Q'tre's view, and that proved a good plan as he stumbled a bit on the landing. Brushing his hands off on his riding leathers, J'tre strolled around his green and genuinely smiled as he caught sight of his father, "I've something that might interest you, Q'tre" With those words J'tre pulled an envelope sealed with a bit of candlewax from the inside of his jacket and help it out towards the older man.
Q'tre beamed as he looked over his son, and his grayish blue eyes lit up as the greenrider held out a familar envelope, "Well now, this is indeed interesting." The bronzerider took the envelope and ran a finger of the wax seal, "I shouldn't open this, you know, I'm not the Weyrleader anymore. I attempt to keep my nose out of such business, which is precisely why this is surprising to me!" Q'tre laughed as he recognized that he was babbling and shrugged, "He wouldn't fault me for wanting to know about my own son's transfer, and besides, what could he do, ground me from my fighting wing?" The older rider laughed again as he broke the seal and read the transfer papers.
Everything looked in order, and Q'tre kept a smile on his face as he read. The transfer papers usually had a reason for transfer filled in, and J'tre's were no exception. The papers mentioned his slipping wing performance after the death of a long-term weyrmate, and Q'tre immediately folded them up, placed them back in the envelope, and nodded, "I'll pass these along to W'liam later." Q'tre grasped his son's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Between two men who both tried to keep their emotions hidden, that simple shoulder grasp was like a giant bearhug of recognition and shared grief. Q'tre was beginning to realize that he and his son had quite a bit in common beyond their names and looks.
J'tre chuckled softly as his father babbled in excitement about his transfer, "Yes, yes, its all there. It was... Igraine's...idea, so thank her." The greenrider paused for a moment on the name of Fort's Weyrwoman as he just couldn't remember her name for a second, but he covered it well enough, he hoped.
The greenrider nodded as his father mentioned visiting W'liam later with his papers, when suddenly the older man grasped his shoulder. J'tre smiled slightly and cleared his throat as Q'tre dropped his hand, "I know I've visited you here before, but I like the official tour if you've the time."