Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on May 11, 2014 21:04:25 GMT -8
K’tar sighed. He didn’t look particularly upset or contrite though. “Alas, the problem with being well known. Everyone always assumes the worst.”
He grinned. “Did you have some particular purpose in coming here? Because…” his voice trailed off as he caught sight of a group of guards walking by, and he shifted position so his back was to them. “…I think we might should head back.”
Viarth, can you tell Ornoth to tell Kh’sol that there are guards and traders who might recognize him, at least until it’s been two or three days.
Sure-certain. Ornoth, Kh’solYours would be advised not to return to Cliffside until it’s been two or three days. The guards are mean-bad-nasty and might recognize him as friend of K’tarMine, depending on how important the traders were.
"I was trying to get back before you showed up, actually," Kh'sol mentioned with a shuffle of his feet. He saw K'tar shifting and directed his gaze towards his feet. "If we get far enough out, can your Viarth come get us? It's even later now and I'd like to get back..."
Ah, thaanks... Ornoth replied slowly. He felt odd that the dragon hadn't even introduced himself but that was likely on account of all this strange business his Rider had been pulled into this day. Your "friend's" dragon advises you not to return to Cliffside for a while, not that weyrlings have much in the way of free time at all. I would like you back here, much, quick too.
Got it. was the short reply. Kh'sol shook his head to clear his eyes. They still glazed over incredibly much whenever Ornoth was speaking to him. Couldn't see a thing with a dragon in his head. He was connected to the Brown, and he was content with his lot, but he wished he could learn to see like everyone else. He couldn't so much as walk and talk, lest he run into a wall. Or a post. Or a tree. Or...
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on May 11, 2014 21:21:43 GMT -8
“Yeah, he normally does. In fact…” K’tar paused briefly to confer with Viarth, regarding possible locations for their pick-up. “You know where the jungle starts building up again, about two miles out of here? He’ll wait just behind some tree cover.”
K’tar turned his head ever so slightly and, seeing that the guards were gone, turned and started walking off down the street, towards the Weyr. He stayed about half a stride behind Kh’sol, since the other boy actually had knots and, at the moment, he did not.
"Ay, great. That's still a good walk," Kh'sol sighed and kept on. "Better than nothing." And indeed. Even though his soggy feet hurt something fierce when they finally made it, it was better than nothing.