candidate | jr.weyrling | sr.weyrling | adult | stats | Aneris Weyr
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Arzanth snorted his suprise as the water hit his face. He put an experimental paw on the pouch again, to the same effect. Exasperated with the waterbag, the bronze picked it up in his teeth- and promptly splattered his face and neck with even more water. Puzzled, Arzanth turned to where his rider was sitting on his bed, doing his best not to laugh. Sol, it sprayed me! he complained, shaking his head to clear his eyes of the remaining water.
That does tend to happen when you step on a full waterbag, Zanth, P'sol informed his bronze, walking over with a rag to dry off the bronze's face.
 The bronze snorted and dodged the rag. It'll dry off without you babying me, he informed his rider, his voice quite serious. P'sol nodded, once again arranging his features so as not to hurt his lifemate's pride.
For a dragon not even a half a turn out of the shell, you're certainly very grown-up, P'sol praised his dragon, trying to keep the humor out of his "voice".
More than you were when you were my age, I bet, the bronze replied, dragon-grinning and not bothering to hide his amusement.
Dragons grow up quicker than humans do, Zanth, he reminded his bronze, who kept on grinning knowing that his comment grated on P'sol's nerves. In three turns you'll be an adult, as far as dragons go, and I, fourteen turns your senior, will barely be considered a young man.
I don't think I'll much like being grown up, Arzanth announced after a while. I think I'd like to be a weyrling forever. The older dragons are all stuck up and they'll never talk to me. I don't think I'd much like to be like them.
When you're older, they'll talk to you, P'sol assured his bronze. They're just too busy now to pay attention to a tiny little hatchling. But once you're old enough, they'll treat you as an equal. Not entirely true, there would always be higher ranked dragons than Arzanth, even if caught a senior queen someday. It was soothing to the little dragon's pride, however, P'sol noted.
Even the Weyrlingmaster's bronze? And the Weyrleader's? he asked, slightly awed at being on the same level with the two dragons in the weyr he admired most.
Certainly, P'sol lied. The bronze wouldn't even remember it in a few weeks, save for having a better sense of self-importance and a longing to be an adult, though he wouldn't quite know why.
Then I definetly want to be grown up! Arzanth announced, stretching his neck up and standing up on his hind legs to make himself look bigger.
I thought you might see it that way, P'sol mused, smiling.
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