Curiouser and curiouser (Tag T'ron!)

[tuathade]

Be gentle with them, M'yo. The dragons are still young, and they have done nothing wrong, even if some of their bonded are prisoners.

I'll be careful. M'yo leaned down to stroke his dragon's shoulder in assurance as she came in for a landing. Pensith was a petite green, her hide a smooth, delicate pale celadon in color, uninterrupted by any markings save for small splashes of darker mint green on her nose, tailtip, and feet. An interesting contrast with her rider, who was tall and lanky and dark-complexioned. Always a neat and precise flier, she landed smoothly outside the weyrling barracks, then folded her wings to her sides and curled up to wait for her rider to finish his errands.

Both dragon and rider had certain doubts about the wisdom of permitting prisoners to stand for a clutch. Newly hatched dragonets were innocent and fragile creatures. Sports and mutations, even more so. And yet... Well, M'yo couldn't restrain his curiosity. He was relatively young by Watch standards, still in his early to mid twenties from the look of him, and full of enthusiasm. Brand-new colors, previously unknown to Pern! Whites had been unknown too, once, and then Ruth had proven his worth. It was too soon to pass judgement on the new colors; they didn't know nearly enough yet. And that was why M'yo and the rest of the dragon guards were here. To learn, and to try and understand.

Or at least, that was how M'yo thought. His fellow guards might have disagreed with him on that point.

The greenrider was wearing his watch uniform, making it clear who he was and what he was here for: nosy and intrusive he might be, but let no one accuse him of being sneaky about his aims. He stepped into the weyrling barracks, looking around with interest. Honestly, he'd settle for talking to anyone at this point. One of the atypical color weyrlings would be ideal, but at this point if a random guard walked by, he'd probably at least say hello and try to ask a question or two.

[Zen]

I am bored of in here. Cabarath’s velvety voice announced slowly. The gray and his bonded had been lying in the Weyrling barracks all morning. T’ron had been working on paperwork that, whether he liked it or not, had to be done sometime. Cabarath had been playing with the three firelizards T’ron owned, but when, one by one, they went off to do their own things (or, in Briar’s case, quite literally fell asleep instantly), Cab had become quite alone. He stared at his own twitching gray tail and a scowl formed on his once-peaceful features.

T’ron looked up and gave an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, Cab; I realize that there’s little for you to do and I am feeling rather bored now, too. Why don’t we go take a walk around or something?”

Cabarath looked at His; green and blue slowly mixed together in his whirling eyes as he became excited. Can we go to the river, or that beach I hatched on? Cabarath always did love the beach, and T’ron felt that if he could, the gray probably would have stayed on the beach for days. T’ron set down his writing utensils and his hide before stretching, then he stood. “Alright, we can go to the river, but we’ve got to get permission before going all the way to the beach and I don’t feel like doing that today.”

The gray dragon nodded knowingly and he pranced ahead; his short forelegs caused his prancing to look more like large hops a terran kangaroo might, but he cared not for looks right now. When he was just about to exit the Weyrling barracks, he stopped. His stance became guarded and he twisted his neck upward to look at who was here. A Watch person had just stepped in.

T’ron, being sensible and certainlyless wary of the Watch than his dragon, strolled up to where Cab stood and grinned slightly. “Well hello, Watchman. How goes your day?” Cab didn’t like the Watchmen but he was who he was, and he was always thrusting his T’ron into positions of power T’ron might not otherwise have ever been thrust into. So he drawled out (into the Watchman’s mind) in his nice, velvety smooth voice: Well, well, well, how is it that a Watchman graces our presence? As if the two were the best out of the Weyrlings or something!

[tuathade]

Gray. That was the first thing that caught his eye. The young weyrling dragon before him was unmistakably gray. Even expecting the color, it was a little bit of a shock to see it. Gray was intrinsically an inauspicious color to a rider: it was the color of pain and misery, the color that a dragon's eyes swirled when something had gone terribly wrong. But the dragonet did not look sickly or deformed. Its eyes swirled brightly, and it pranced about with just as much energy as any other weyrling M'yo had seen. For a moment, he could do nothing but stare at the odd-colored creature with a mixture of confusion and open curiosity.

And then the dragonet spoke directly into his mind. It - he, M'yo mentally corrected himself, the voice was unmistakably male - took the rider by surprise. Very forward, for such a young dragon. His own Pensith rarely spoke to other riders directly, even as an adult, and certainly never in weyrlinghood. But not unheard of. Not behavior bizarre enough to be considered a warning sign. And well-spoken, to boot! M'yo smiled at the both of them, recovering his composure. "Just who I wanted to see," he replied lightly. It would be no secret to any of them by now that the Watch intended to interview all the weyrlings for their thoughts and to check on the state of their dragons.

If they were both a little guarded, well, M'yo couldn't blame them. He wouldn't have exactly been thrilled to have someone interfering with how he handled his green. But neither the rider nor the dragon seemed openly hostile, and just asking a few questions wouldn't harm anyone. "My name's M'yo," he introduced himself. "If you have a moment, I'd like to speak with you."

They had been moving towards the door before running into him. The Watchrider glanced back at the door for a moment, then added, "If you're going somewhere, I don't mind walking with you. My Pensith is just outside." He stepped to one side, out of their way so that he would no longer be blocking their exit.