O'car and Mirth

Their Story

On the other side, Oscar’s note was longer. And more thorough as well. It went along the lines of:

‘Shy,

You didn’t come to the hatch, so I was a little bit disappointed I thought, of all people you would understand just how much this day would mean to me… blah blah blah. Mirth, as his name implies, as a odd sense of humor and he thought it would be good if we opened the letter with something like that. I assure you Shy, once you meet him you will fall in love with him as well. It’s just… I guess we bring out the more unusual aspects in each other.

If it wasn’t obvious from the note before, it must be now. Shy, in three years I will be a fully fledged rider now, and while people tell me the work only gets harder until graduation… I don’t trust them. It’s so different, so much more exciting that I actually hope I can notice the passage of time. I’m kind of scared that one day, I’ll wake up to find that Mirth is four years old and adult, and all these years spent together growing up has disappeared in a wink.

Mirth can’t wait, by the way. It seems some perverted blue has been filling his mind with images of flights already! Well, without wanting to sound specist, can I say—what a typical bronze?

Ow. That smudge there, is Mirth’s fault. It seems I never quite really understood how close you are with your impressed until recently. How am I supposed to know that you’re minds form such a strong bond that you can almost hear each other’s thoughts? I find that a little bit unnerving, to tell you the truth. I just hope Mirth is still alive at the end of it and I haven’t… well, traumatized him too much.

Mirth is a large, capable bronze. And he’s interested in the world around him. While this place isn’t exactly ‘Pern’ (not really) it seems that he’s got a much more wider view of the world than some of his siblings. I can’t wait to bring him home with me, but that’ll be eons away.

I heard one of the riders speaking of a brightly dressed woman who keeps slinking around with a hankerchief tied around her head. Shy… you do know that if you want genetic samples, you can ask me? I think that’s better, than you being labeled the crazy woman.

Rider, O’car.

(I heard from Istana. Did you know people made green jokes at her? Typical. I wonder if she’ll be easy to live with? Her clutch is supposed to hatch soon… I wish her luck!)’

Copyrights & Credits

Brushes: DJ43 and Hybrid-Genesis
Images: Janimes.com and Stock Xchng