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29.Nov.13, 08:10 PM
Indamor, (B'jin)'s son, with a cameo by Amorandii, (B'jin) & (Jayedi)'s daughter.
Indamor was still awake when the dragons began to kick up a fuss, the young man sitting at the small desk in his room in the Weyrfolk Hall, a quill flicking back and forward under his chin as he hummed softly to himself. While the young man had none of his father’s talent when it came to voice or art, he was a fair hand at writing lyrics – not that he thought very much of his skills. Frowning slightly, Indamor glanced out his window with a sigh, neatly crossed out a word and wrote a new one just above it, and climbed to his feet.
You better hurry! You’ll miss all the excitement! His father’s dragon was clearly excited as her voice pranced through his mind, and Indamor’s lips twitched slightly in amusement. He did not bother to attempt a reply, however, as he quietly moved around his little room, finding his candidate robe neatly hanging up by the door. He pulled it on, and then his boots, lacing them comfortably. Fingers were combed back through messy dark blonde hair and he scratched lightly at a fuzzy cheek as he exited the room. Not time to fight with a razor blade right then, and Indamor’s nose scrunched up slightly at the idea of looking so scrappy for his first Hatching.
Well, at its core, it wasn’t like the dragonet would be looking to see how well presented he was. Shaking his head slightly, Indamor slipped out the door of his bedroom and walked the few paces down the hall to where Amorandii slept. He barely managed to knock his knuckles against the door once before the little girl jerked the door open and stared up at him dramatically. “I thought you had forgotten me!” Her voice was full of dramatic disdain as her little hand clasp snugly into his own and Indamor shook his head.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Andi. Come on. Are you going to be warm enough?” Amusement tinged the word as he eyed his sister sideways. The little girl was a bit of a mess, her nightie reaching mid-thigh, it was covered over with a bulky woollen jumper, and then with a heavy if slightly outgrown cloak. The little girl gave him a dirty look and Indamor laughed again. “Okay! Come on then.” Taking the lead, and still holding Amorandii’s hand, Indamor and his sister dashed across the slippery grounds to the Hatching Circuit, the young man hurling Amorandii to her feet several times when the child stumbled.
Muddy, wet and laughing at Amorandii’s disdain for being so dirty, Indamor let the little girl’s hand go as she trotted across the sands to where Larrikith was making herself comfortable. The laughter on Indamor’s face was carefully shielded when the pre-teen caught sight of his father’s expression, though it honestly only made the boy want to laugh even more. Eyes sparkling with amusement, he flashed his father a controlled smile when he got the nod of approval, and gave R’nd a thoughtful look as he made his way past the bluerider. Did that man ever wear clothing?
“Hey.” The simple greeting was given to Telrynd as Indamor came up beside him and crossed his arms over his chest, gaze meeting his friends before scanning over the eggs curiously and with barest hints of excitement starting to shine through. It was a good sized clutch! Indamor’s hopes were high, mostly for himself, but he didn’t have any doubt Telrynd would also Impress – though he was inclined to think his friend would get stuck with a dirty great blue like his father. He hoped not though! That would not be particularly fun, and he’d hate to have to stop socialising with the other boy because he got such a nasty dragon colour. Better they both walk away without a partner, than end up on blue!
Indamor was still awake when the dragons began to kick up a fuss, the young man sitting at the small desk in his room in the Weyrfolk Hall, a quill flicking back and forward under his chin as he hummed softly to himself. While the young man had none of his father’s talent when it came to voice or art, he was a fair hand at writing lyrics – not that he thought very much of his skills. Frowning slightly, Indamor glanced out his window with a sigh, neatly crossed out a word and wrote a new one just above it, and climbed to his feet.
Well, at its core, it wasn’t like the dragonet would be looking to see how well presented he was. Shaking his head slightly, Indamor slipped out the door of his bedroom and walked the few paces down the hall to where Amorandii slept. He barely managed to knock his knuckles against the door once before the little girl jerked the door open and stared up at him dramatically. “I thought you had forgotten me!” Her voice was full of dramatic disdain as her little hand clasp snugly into his own and Indamor shook his head.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Andi. Come on. Are you going to be warm enough?” Amusement tinged the word as he eyed his sister sideways. The little girl was a bit of a mess, her nightie reaching mid-thigh, it was covered over with a bulky woollen jumper, and then with a heavy if slightly outgrown cloak. The little girl gave him a dirty look and Indamor laughed again. “Okay! Come on then.” Taking the lead, and still holding Amorandii’s hand, Indamor and his sister dashed across the slippery grounds to the Hatching Circuit, the young man hurling Amorandii to her feet several times when the child stumbled.
Muddy, wet and laughing at Amorandii’s disdain for being so dirty, Indamor let the little girl’s hand go as she trotted across the sands to where Larrikith was making herself comfortable. The laughter on Indamor’s face was carefully shielded when the pre-teen caught sight of his father’s expression, though it honestly only made the boy want to laugh even more. Eyes sparkling with amusement, he flashed his father a controlled smile when he got the nod of approval, and gave R’nd a thoughtful look as he made his way past the bluerider. Did that man ever wear clothing?
“Hey.” The simple greeting was given to Telrynd as Indamor came up beside him and crossed his arms over his chest, gaze meeting his friends before scanning over the eggs curiously and with barest hints of excitement starting to shine through. It was a good sized clutch! Indamor’s hopes were high, mostly for himself, but he didn’t have any doubt Telrynd would also Impress – though he was inclined to think his friend would get stuck with a dirty great blue like his father. He hoped not though! That would not be particularly fun, and he’d hate to have to stop socialising with the other boy because he got such a nasty dragon colour. Better they both walk away without a partner, than end up on blue!
