Post by FireThorne on Jun 21, 2010 15:07:09 GMT -5
E’riol stood back to admire his latest acquisition, his stormy-blue eyes travelling up and down the cold blade. Ah, he loved collecting swords! This particular beauty was won from a fellow rider only last night, after the other boasted that no one could defeat him when it came to the clash of steel on steel. The bronzrider had, naturally, been minding his own business in the weyrhall, but when that cry came from another wing’s table…. Well, the ex-guard had never been one to ignore a challenge. Generally, Caidenth was never a help in those matters either. He tended to goad his rider into doing the most foolish things.
I?? A fool? Oh ridermine, the mirror will show you the fool in this weyr. The large bronze quipped, mindvoice utterly smug. Caidenth was rather proud of that retort. He had always been a very clever bronze, just as much of a jester as his dear rider, and just as quick-witted. He even remembered the word for ‘mirror’, which pleased him.
Picking up the hefty sword, the Wingsecond cocked his head to the side and regarded the dragon with a raised brow. Oh, is that so? Should I remind you of a few times you have played the clown, arrogant bronze? How about when Adeloth was due to rise, and you decided to woo her, only to find—
Enough, enough! The blood-tinted bronze hissed, eyes whirling. Ridermine, you have the worst habit of bringing up the most painful of memories. You can live in fear of my retribution, now. With that, Caidenth stomped outside, his great feet making far more noise than usual. Plopping down, the massive dragon heaved a sigh, his hide warming in the sun as he drifted off to doze.
Wincing as his bronze’s heavy footfalls echoed loudly in their weyr, E’riol grinned to himself, knowing that Caid didn’t mean a word of it. Well, mostly he didn’t. The Wingsecond was sure to see some form of vengeance from his dear bronze, but it was all in good fun. The pair had always acted as such with each other, for the entire past twelve turns. Chuckling, the tall rider sat and began cleaning the beautiful new sword, intending to add it to his collection when he was done.
I?? A fool? Oh ridermine, the mirror will show you the fool in this weyr. The large bronze quipped, mindvoice utterly smug. Caidenth was rather proud of that retort. He had always been a very clever bronze, just as much of a jester as his dear rider, and just as quick-witted. He even remembered the word for ‘mirror’, which pleased him.
Picking up the hefty sword, the Wingsecond cocked his head to the side and regarded the dragon with a raised brow. Oh, is that so? Should I remind you of a few times you have played the clown, arrogant bronze? How about when Adeloth was due to rise, and you decided to woo her, only to find—
Enough, enough! The blood-tinted bronze hissed, eyes whirling. Ridermine, you have the worst habit of bringing up the most painful of memories. You can live in fear of my retribution, now. With that, Caidenth stomped outside, his great feet making far more noise than usual. Plopping down, the massive dragon heaved a sigh, his hide warming in the sun as he drifted off to doze.
Wincing as his bronze’s heavy footfalls echoed loudly in their weyr, E’riol grinned to himself, knowing that Caid didn’t mean a word of it. Well, mostly he didn’t. The Wingsecond was sure to see some form of vengeance from his dear bronze, but it was all in good fun. The pair had always acted as such with each other, for the entire past twelve turns. Chuckling, the tall rider sat and began cleaning the beautiful new sword, intending to add it to his collection when he was done.