Post by namelesslilly on May 8, 2006 21:37:20 GMT -5
((The morning after the Hatching Feast.))
Just when the light from the morning sun seeped though the crack in the curtains to rest on the new riders mismatched eyes, a stabbing pain hit his head at the same time it punctured his stomach. Growing T’mar rolled over opening his blue eye and meeting the swirling red orbs of his new brown, Siath. That brought a smile to his face before he filched as his head throbbed again. What’s wrong? You hurt? the brown nosed his riders hand tilting his head like a feline and making the young boy laugh wearily. “Oh just a little… guess I shouldn’t have dipped into that wine after all…” he laughed again managing to hid the next flinch before throwing the blankets off and standing on shaking legs.
The headache might be his, but the stabbing hunger was Siaths as the brown led the way out of their new barracks, following his nose and the sounds of some of his siblings to the food. T’mar flinched again, shading his eyes as he walked through the door, he stumbled slightly but did not stop as he found a bowl of cut meat waiting for him next to T’mor and Secusith, who where finishing the last of their breakfast. “Morning…” was all the normally talkative boy said before picking up the meat and offering it to the starving brown. T’mor smiled warmly at his friend before putting his now empty bowl down, turning his smile on to the green as she curled up resting her head on her tail like a sleeping kitten.
A wide yawn escaped both the green and the boy as T’mor sat down in the little pocket between the dragon’s neck and body. He was so tired but he would not go to sleep now that T’mar was awake. And he wasn’t the only one, many of the Weyrlings where up now wile others like T’mar where barely stirring. T’mor smiled at each one that passed by wile T’mar waved speaking a morning greeting even as he fed his brown. “Good morning… have fun at the feast last night?”
Just when the light from the morning sun seeped though the crack in the curtains to rest on the new riders mismatched eyes, a stabbing pain hit his head at the same time it punctured his stomach. Growing T’mar rolled over opening his blue eye and meeting the swirling red orbs of his new brown, Siath. That brought a smile to his face before he filched as his head throbbed again. What’s wrong? You hurt? the brown nosed his riders hand tilting his head like a feline and making the young boy laugh wearily. “Oh just a little… guess I shouldn’t have dipped into that wine after all…” he laughed again managing to hid the next flinch before throwing the blankets off and standing on shaking legs.
The headache might be his, but the stabbing hunger was Siaths as the brown led the way out of their new barracks, following his nose and the sounds of some of his siblings to the food. T’mar flinched again, shading his eyes as he walked through the door, he stumbled slightly but did not stop as he found a bowl of cut meat waiting for him next to T’mor and Secusith, who where finishing the last of their breakfast. “Morning…” was all the normally talkative boy said before picking up the meat and offering it to the starving brown. T’mor smiled warmly at his friend before putting his now empty bowl down, turning his smile on to the green as she curled up resting her head on her tail like a sleeping kitten.
A wide yawn escaped both the green and the boy as T’mor sat down in the little pocket between the dragon’s neck and body. He was so tired but he would not go to sleep now that T’mar was awake. And he wasn’t the only one, many of the Weyrlings where up now wile others like T’mar where barely stirring. T’mor smiled at each one that passed by wile T’mar waved speaking a morning greeting even as he fed his brown. “Good morning… have fun at the feast last night?”