Post by bookworm on Dec 2, 2008 21:31:06 GMT -5
R'nul had been roped into helping his mother in the kitchen once again. The green rider was hard at work chopping vegetables. He had stopped in just to talk to Tarana, and she had put him to work helping make dinner, like he was still a weyrbrat. He had grumbled about it, but really, he didn't mind too much. He liked the hustle and bustle of the kitchen. Today, the topic was the impending Hatching.
"That High Reaches girl started an argument today in the dining hall," Tarana complained to her son as she prepared a wherry roast. "I hope she's left standing."
"Dragons don't like bullies," R'nul said placidly. He hadn't had any personal encounters with the non-Istan girls, but he had heard enough stories about them from his mother. However, he was confident the gold would make a good choice. "Who would you prefer for the gold?"
Tarana smiled to herself. "I'm not saying."
"Come on, you can trust me."
She shook her head, and R'nul laughed, suspecting she just didn't want to be proven wrong if the girl she had picked as her favorite didn't Impress the gold. "I wish the girls wouldn't be so tied up with the gold egg. Greens are the best dragons."
"Of course, and you aren't biased at all."
"Why would I be biased?" R'nul chuckled, briefly reaching out to Writh's mind. He could tell she was asleep. Her Hatching had been the best day of his life.
"So when is Writh going to rise?" Tarana asked, interrupting his playful mood. "Lyeth has, so why hasn't she?"
"She's a late bloomer," R'nul mumbled. He sliced a tuber with particular vehemence as he answered. "What do you think Wynec will Impress?" He asked, changing the subject back to the Hatching.
"I think he'd make a fine bronzerider, but I'm the biased one now." Tarana laughed.
"Well, I know that whatever dragon he gets, it will be the perfect choice," R'nul said, smiling to himself. Dragons never chose wrong.
"That High Reaches girl started an argument today in the dining hall," Tarana complained to her son as she prepared a wherry roast. "I hope she's left standing."
"Dragons don't like bullies," R'nul said placidly. He hadn't had any personal encounters with the non-Istan girls, but he had heard enough stories about them from his mother. However, he was confident the gold would make a good choice. "Who would you prefer for the gold?"
Tarana smiled to herself. "I'm not saying."
"Come on, you can trust me."
She shook her head, and R'nul laughed, suspecting she just didn't want to be proven wrong if the girl she had picked as her favorite didn't Impress the gold. "I wish the girls wouldn't be so tied up with the gold egg. Greens are the best dragons."
"Of course, and you aren't biased at all."
"Why would I be biased?" R'nul chuckled, briefly reaching out to Writh's mind. He could tell she was asleep. Her Hatching had been the best day of his life.
"So when is Writh going to rise?" Tarana asked, interrupting his playful mood. "Lyeth has, so why hasn't she?"
"She's a late bloomer," R'nul mumbled. He sliced a tuber with particular vehemence as he answered. "What do you think Wynec will Impress?" He asked, changing the subject back to the Hatching.
"I think he'd make a fine bronzerider, but I'm the biased one now." Tarana laughed.
"Well, I know that whatever dragon he gets, it will be the perfect choice," R'nul said, smiling to himself. Dragons never chose wrong.