Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Feb 13, 2014 1:34:01 GMT -8
Disappointment as a refuge? Yes, in this circumstance, it made a very good one too. Half in a daze — clinging to Slinesteth’s disappointment with the other half of his mind — T’vax staggered slightly as he walked from the room. At least it was easier this time. Flights that had happened when he was a Weyrling had been a true ordeal.
With a rueful grin, T’vax navigated the halls back to his own weyr. He almost, almost, knocked to see if Dav was in (his shields being much to tight at this point to let in even an awareness of Neiko without direct contact), but it wasn’t likely at this hour, and so he just kept going until he reached his own weyr.
Seeming almost to sigh, Slinesteth settled on the ledge of the weyr, then entered, laying his massive head next to his rider.
T’vax grinned, reaching out to rub the closest eye-ridge before returning to the note that he’d been writing. He’d learned the first time that, despite being tired, sleeping after a Flight was never a good idea. His shields never held when he was sleeping.
With a rueful grin, T’vax navigated the halls back to his own weyr. He almost, almost, knocked to see if Dav was in (his shields being much to tight at this point to let in even an awareness of Neiko without direct contact), but it wasn’t likely at this hour, and so he just kept going until he reached his own weyr.
Seeming almost to sigh, Slinesteth settled on the ledge of the weyr, then entered, laying his massive head next to his rider.
T’vax grinned, reaching out to rub the closest eye-ridge before returning to the note that he’d been writing. He’d learned the first time that, despite being tired, sleeping after a Flight was never a good idea. His shields never held when he was sleeping.