| "What? No! It wasn't me!" The brown haired boy protested with a honest expression. "I'd never cheat a dragonrider- much less steal his marks!" Tetiden added solemnly, thinking of his older brothers who were a bit wild, even if they were respected runners. He'd seen them get into enough trouble and he didn't plan to follow their ideals. Being surrounded by able, if not totally trickable, riders didn't help the temptation to play a mean hand of dragonpoker... Tetiden was most definately an honest boy, even if his elder siblings did not always seem to be "right," Tet was definately one his mother could depend on. As he tried to convince Headwoman Fista he hadn't stolen any marks from the brownrider, his large brown eyes dilated and his small round face contorted with a mix of confusion and helplessness. "Well then, why did we find these marks in your drawers?" Headwoman Fista asked him severely. He flinched and his face lit. Of course, he thought as Fista continued her scrutionous glare, it's just that simple- Enical is playing a trick on me. He's getting me back from before. Maybe if I can shift the blame to him... He thought with a smile and Fista looked surprised. For all of his thirteen turns, Tetiden did have a quick toungue and tended to be quick on his feet- probably from years of older brother remarks and sisterly retorts that kept him well supplied with excuses and insults. Luckily, today he hopefully wouldn't have to draw on that extensive knowledge. Seeing the grin cross the young boy's face, Fista glared once she regained her composition and asked, "So are they yours? Or did thay just miraciously appear?" She said half-accusing the young boy while she thought of his older troublesome brother who didn't want to come here. A look of astonishment crossed Fista's pretty face as Tetiden told her the continuing war between him and his older siblings. Eyes flashing with amusement, he let her know of the war. It first started in the Dining Hall back in the Hold after a big Gather and he accidently got into a food fight with one of his friends and a splatter of mashed tubers hit Enical's wherhide vest. Enical's explosive temper took control from there and the next thing he knew, Tetiden had a small tattoo on his upper right arm- it looked like a belch of flame and wasn't too badly drawn. It was aquired late one late night when in the deepest part of night, Enical numbed his upper arm with a large dose of numbweed and worked his magic. Unluckily, once Tetiden was asleep, he'd sleep through Fog, Fire and Fall. He'd gotten many retaliations that way. Anyway, numerous other events had happened since the unofficial declaration of war and that explained Tet's dyed green, unevenly layered hair- that too had happened late one night. Finishing his tale of wonder and woe, Fista was somewhat sympethetic and told him to watch his back and try not to continue the war while they were here. She let him know that if he did Impress, he'd have the choice of staying here (Sparkul) or going to Aden WeyrHold (home) he brightened considerably and she set off determinedly to find Enical. Tetiden sighed with relief and went back to his normal chores, trying to ignore the games of dragonpoker he had to pass. He saw Enical at one table, a pile of marks infront of him and Tet smiled- at least Enical was occupied for now. In the middle of peeling tubers, he was told by a drudge to get his robe- the eggs were hatching...
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