Malbath bounded playfully across the Weyr Bowl following Feyin. A light drizzle feel upon them as they ran and G’rumon watched with a light fur blanket wrapped about him. Having fun out there, Malbath? the bronze rider asked his turn old dragon. Very much so, come join us, rider mine! I’m soaked enough as is, my friend, I’m already sick because of it.You’re not so sick, you’re up now. I don’t need a relapse now though. His bronze stopped in his play and lowered his head from afar to look at his rider carefully. Feyin joined the bronze in looking at her master causing G’rumon to laugh.
Suit yourself, Gad. Com’on fluffy thing, let’s go show off for the girls Feyin growled at Malbath and what the bronze next said caused his rider to laugh again until it turned into caughing, Oh, fine, the boys for you, furry thing! The duo ran off across the bowl towards were a few brave golds, greens, and female white lay as well as a few canines.
“Feeling better, G’rumon?” a voice asked from the doorway to the Weyrling barracks. The twenty-two turn old man turned to find Weyrling Master D’tol watching him. When not teaching the man was quite a nice fellow unlike his brown, Easoth.
“I’ve been better, D’tol,” G’rumon smiled, “It doesn’t seem to fully faze Malbath though.” The bronze rider turned his eyes to his happy go luck showoff of a bronze. D’tol chuckled at that
“It’ll be good to hear you’re feeling well again,” the Weyrling Master answered and suddenly he felt a playful rub on his head, “You look odd without your head being fully shaven.” G’rumon chuckled giving a few coughs in the end, D’tol had taken quite a time getting used to his habit of having no hair on his head, now the man was poking fun at him for not keeping up with it just because his hair was a centimeter or two long now.
“Don’t worry, I plan on getting this stuff off as soon as possible,” he grinned sniffing.
“You’re a strong one, G’rumon, but even strong people need their rest,” D’tol nodded gently.
“Tell that to, Malbath,” he smiled as he head for his bed. Suddenly there was a roar above them and a bulge of slight defiance that was more than likely the bronze in question. It was confirmed as Malbath’s voice boomed out playfully. My rider’s strong, Easoth. He’s taken this sickness better than any before him… but for his sake, not your say, I’ll go and lay down again, Malbath called back at the moody brown.
“Oh, and the sooner you get well the quicker you’ll get your new weyr,” D’tol told the bronze rider seriously and chuckled at the surprised smile, “Weyrwoman Falora has assigned you to the third level when you’re well.” G’rumon bowed happily as his bronze bounded into the room happily towering over the two riders.
“Give your sister my thanks, D’tol,” he smiled, “I hope that I’m back very soon. Flights are coming up soon aren’t they.”
“That’s right,” the brown rider replied as he started to leave, “and though you’re not well enough to come to lessons, Easoth is expecting him to be in his classes and to behave. You’re not to flirt with the golds while in classes either.” The bronze snorted as he settled on the nearly too small dragon couch, He doesn’t need to tell me that, I know that very well… besides they started it. Yeah right, ya’ hunk of a bronze. Just behave, we don’t need to be in trouble after I get well, G’rumon told his dragon while the Weyrling Master nodded his leave. Don’t worry, G’rumon, I won’t get us in trouble.
“You were saying,” G’rumon growled at his dragon a sevenday later as he scrubbed away at one of the Weyr’s many latrines. Saying what? You know dragon’s don’t have the best of memories. They last only a few days unless it’s something really special. You said you wouldn’t get us in trouble. And what do you do, flirt with not just the golds but the greens and the white females during practice. I thought Easoth was finished with us for the day. He tells you you’re dismissed when you’re done for the day, not that some other dragon’s performance was good.
Outside the bronze sulked and continued his jumping as punishment for his “crimes.” It wasn’t really that bad, if put in the right light, after all he might be stronger than his clutchmates when the spring games came that would be something to show off with. With those thoughts the bronze jumped harder and faster. Careful, Malbath, you’ll be soar if you do too much. the bronze slowed some but soon came back to speed. G’rumon sighed, there were probably females watching his bronze hence the activities.
There’s not females watching… now that is… the bronze replied to his rider’s thoughts. No sooner had the bronze stated this though G’rumon could feel his lifemate’s form change to something that always characterized his showing off for something. You just got an audience didn’t you. New riders are flying in… they’re transfers… And one’s nearly as big as me and he’s a blue! A blue as big as a bronze? A small sized bronze. Still blues aren’t usually that huge… I’ll have to see this one. the bronze rider replied mentally as he finished up the latrine and went to wash his arms thoroughly before going to investigate the new riders and their dragons.
For nearly a turn he’d hidden in the caverns of the to-be-Weyr in the North and so it wasn’t too hard to get close to the riders and not be seen… or so G’rumon thought.
“Yes, may we help you?” a voice came from behind his back startling the bronze rider. He turned to come face to face with a young man of nearly 20 turns. The first thing that stuck G’rumon about this man was that he seemed to give off an odd personality, but nothing that he could really put his finger on.
“Not really,” G’rumon finally answered, “I was just over to see who was transferring in.”
“Just me,” the rider replied dryly and mock scowled at the other riders who’d accompanied him, “They wanted to make sure Cammy and I didn’t pull anything on our way over. Oh, by the buy, I’m Ar’wen and that big old lug of a blue is my friend for life, Camoth.” G’rumon looked to the dragon in question, it was defiantly the one his Malbath had mentioned. To the bronze rider’s surprise the blue and stripes all over him in a darker shade of the color.
“Was he born that way?” G’rumon asked the blue rider.
“Yes and no,” Ar’wen replied, “See I like to paint and Camoth has always loved to be painted… on. This is just his usual pattern, makes him look a bit regal. So how lenient are the Weyrfolk about here?” the blue rider’s brown gray eyes shot about the Weyrbowl taking in the details as he talked.
“They’ve seemed pretty fair to me,” G’rumon replied and then tilted his head finding that he might not like the answer to the question he was about to ask, “Why do you ask.” Ar’wen glared for a moment at him and then shrugged with a chuckle.
“I wanna know how long the Weyrleaders will tolerate me here,” he said in a mater-o-fact voice, “Since I impressed at Fort Weyr when I had 14 turns to me I’ve be transferred to most every Weyr on the Norther continent after my Weyrling training.” Ar’wen grew silent for the time being then sighed, “Well I’ll be seeing you around then…”
“G’rumon, bronze Malbath’s rider,” the bronze rider helped the new transfer.
“You looked like a bronze rider, lad,” Ar’wen smiled, “I’m sure Camoth would have searched you had the Weyrs let us be Searchriders… then again if they had then they would have kept us, huh Cammy?” the blue rider continued to his gigantic blue. The stripped dragon nodded his agreement. “Well, as I said, must be going. I have to talk with the Weyrwoman Falora and get my weyr assignment before night fall. See you around, my friend.”
G’rumon watched the blue rider go and blinked at him a few times. Odd man. But he is right, he and his dragon have the potential of being Searchriders if they were excepted by the correct Weyr. I think you’ll be good friends with him as time goes on. Oddly Malbath… I think you’re right, rider replied to dragon and the bronze rumbled before sneaking off to show of for any watcher once again.
| Name | G'rumon |
| Age | 22 |
| Height | 6' 5" |
| Hair | Blond(shaved off) |
| Eyes | blue-green |
| Rank | Journeyman Miner/Candidate |
| Dragon | Bronze Malbath |
| Impressed at | Talor Cliff Weyr |
| Born | Kutou Hold |
| Pets | Canine (Feyin) |
| Current Residency | Talor Cliff Weyr |
| Name | Feyin |
| Gender | Bitch(female) |
| Species | Canine |
| Age | Adult |
| Adopted from | Finn Eoch Beasthold |
| Current Residency | Talor Cliff Weyr |
| Malbath | |
| Weyrling | |
| Male | |
| Bronze | |
| Gold Naomith | |
| Bronze Treyath | |
| N/A | |
| N/A | |
| Talor Cliff Weyr Clutch 23 |
