Post by shouriko on Mar 27, 2010 13:10:20 GMT -6
At least once a day a Weyrling was expected to clean up his little allowable space. He was to keep his things in order and lack any clutter. His dragon must be clean, his couch clean, and any area that had to do with the beast clean. Weyrlings were to take pride in what little they had and present themselves as such. They were to do their best to not appear disheveled and to look the part of a good soldier in training.
This was D'von's new mantra. It was somewhat derived from his herder mantra and from the basic necessities of Weyrlinghood. He figured that if he could come up with something to follow, then he ought to be all set for whatever came his way.
Mine? Mine? Mine? Mine? MINE?! Seratanth was really starting to get annoyed at how much he had to repeat himself sometimes, at least his bonded was getting quicker at responding.
D'von looked up from peering beneath his cot with his kind and gentle smile. "Yes, Seratanth?" He still couldn't help but look at whomever he was speaking and he figured that so long as he did that, he may as well speak aloud.
Seratanth couldn't help but adore his rider, so he looked away momentarily. Why are you doing that? No one goes under there.
He just smiled and returned to clearing away the dust from there. There were some dirt clods from his boots earlier in the sevenday and he ought to be grateful a check hadn't been conducted yet. Y'never know when someone migh' think t' look under there, righ'? I jus' want t' be thorough. I have t' take pride in bein' a Weyrlin', righ'?
Seratanth agreed, though he did not quite understand it yet. I guess so, but about swimming? When -
No! D'von looked up then and put on his very stern grown-up face. "No swimmin' 'til we do it in a lesson. I a'ready asked 'bout that." He was firm on this note partly because he didn't exactly swim well himself. Oh he could doggie-paddle well enough and kick his legs and the like, but he was not a fish. That and Seratanth was large and heavy and big as he was, D'von didn't think he would be able to save his little dragon if something went wrong. He was erring on the side of caution.
I could do it. Seratanth snorted unhappily.
This was D'von's new mantra. It was somewhat derived from his herder mantra and from the basic necessities of Weyrlinghood. He figured that if he could come up with something to follow, then he ought to be all set for whatever came his way.
Mine? Mine? Mine? Mine? MINE?! Seratanth was really starting to get annoyed at how much he had to repeat himself sometimes, at least his bonded was getting quicker at responding.
D'von looked up from peering beneath his cot with his kind and gentle smile. "Yes, Seratanth?" He still couldn't help but look at whomever he was speaking and he figured that so long as he did that, he may as well speak aloud.
Seratanth couldn't help but adore his rider, so he looked away momentarily. Why are you doing that? No one goes under there.
He just smiled and returned to clearing away the dust from there. There were some dirt clods from his boots earlier in the sevenday and he ought to be grateful a check hadn't been conducted yet. Y'never know when someone migh' think t' look under there, righ'? I jus' want t' be thorough. I have t' take pride in bein' a Weyrlin', righ'?
Seratanth agreed, though he did not quite understand it yet. I guess so, but about swimming? When -
No! D'von looked up then and put on his very stern grown-up face. "No swimmin' 'til we do it in a lesson. I a'ready asked 'bout that." He was firm on this note partly because he didn't exactly swim well himself. Oh he could doggie-paddle well enough and kick his legs and the like, but he was not a fish. That and Seratanth was large and heavy and big as he was, D'von didn't think he would be able to save his little dragon if something went wrong. He was erring on the side of caution.
I could do it. Seratanth snorted unhappily.
