Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jul 4, 2013 12:45:17 GMT -8
3075.07.22 | Mid to late morning
T’ruk walked down the hall. He still had trouble believing that he was a full rider, even now that it had been two months since the graduation. He also still sometimes had trouble adjusting to the sword that he now wore at all times. After all, for the first 13 turns of his life, he hadn’t been allowed to touch a weapon of any sort. Now, nearly two turns later, he stood here at Ice Stone Weyr, a full rider with a sword that not only was he allowed to touch but that was his alone.
Grinning, T’ruk continued around the corner and slipped into the cavern where the sled canines made their homes. He loved the canines, always had loved them, and probably always would.
“Hey guys,” he whispered, petting the ones that came trotting over to say hi. Very soon, he was surrounded by a large pile of happy, wriggling canines. He’d cleaned his face that morning, but it wouldn’t have mattered, because the canines had apparently decided that they could do a far better job.
Laughing, T’ruk hugged a several of them. He was getting dog fur all over his clothes, and he didn’t care in the slightest. He’d often wanted to sleep down here, even had a couple times, at least before he’d Impressed Azeriuth. Not that he regretted Impressing, but he missed the warm fuzziness of sleeping canines.