Post by Virenn on Dec 12, 2010 22:55:10 GMT -5
Although T'jinn had noticed that Ozydith was a bit pushy and somewhat prideful, he hadn't realized that it was such a huge part of the hatchling's personality. At first, he took Ozydith's comments as reinforcement. He didn't know what it meant to be a bronzerider, nor had he ever thought that he could aim that high (a Blue, perhaps would have wanted him, or maybe a Brown, like his father's dragon)... but Bronze? After being left standing for so many turns, it just seemed like a silly dream. At first, T'jinn felt that Ozydith realized that his rider was unsure in himself, and made all of those comments about him being so 'perfect' in order to help boost his confidence.
It was only now, with Ozydith complaining about his hide, that T'jinn could finally admit it: his dragon had an ego the size of Pern.
I itch.[/b]
The comment was so sudden, so random, that T'jinn could only stare at the dragon for a second. "Huh?"
I said 'I itch', T'jinnmine.[/b] Ozydith replied, without missing a beat.
"Oh!" T'jinn rolled off his cot, crouching down to inspect the dragon's hide carefully. Although it seemed miniscule, the new weyrling did catch sight of a growing dry spot. "Yeah, that could use some oil, or else it'll only get worse..."
Ozydith nodded, nudging His with his muzzle. We should do something about it right away.[/b]
"Don't worry, we'll get it out in a second!" T'jinn said as he grabbed the oil and a rag, with intents on rubbing all traces of the dry spot off of his beloved Ozydith's hide. There was no way his dragonet was going to itch! Not on his watch! What kind of rider would he be if he couldn't even properly care for his dragon? "Just, give me one moment." Uncapping the oil, he poured a little on the rag as he sat down and started to rub at the spot that was causing his dragon so much discomfort.
Because he was so quick to jump at his dragon's every whim, T'jinn hadn't expected Ozydith to say anything as he rubbed at the spot. And yet, the dragon always seemed to prove him wrong. Loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear, his next statement was practically an announcement. How am I supposed to show off this gorgeous perfection if I'm itchy, T'jinnmine? My hide must remain immaculate. [/b]
"Ozydith!" T'jinn all but squeaked out, nearly knocking down the oil in the process.
What?[/b] He asked, confused. It's true. Everyone should know that I'm perfect in every way.[/b] Almost as an afterthought, the dragonet added, And you are, too. Why must I keep reminding you?[/b]
"Oh, Faranth, Oz!" T'jinn hissed as he looked around the barracks, praying that no one heard, or was paying attention, to a word the dragonet was saying. "This is embarrassing..." he muttered, concentrating solely on rubbing oil into the dry spot on the Bronze's hide.
That's the spot.[/b] Ozydith said, not quite bothering to notice just how embarrassed His was. He would realize soon enough that, as his rider, he was every bit as perfect as he was. If he had to make a speech about it, by Faranth, he would.
It was only now, with Ozydith complaining about his hide, that T'jinn could finally admit it: his dragon had an ego the size of Pern.
I itch.[/b]
The comment was so sudden, so random, that T'jinn could only stare at the dragon for a second. "Huh?"
I said 'I itch', T'jinnmine.[/b] Ozydith replied, without missing a beat.
"Oh!" T'jinn rolled off his cot, crouching down to inspect the dragon's hide carefully. Although it seemed miniscule, the new weyrling did catch sight of a growing dry spot. "Yeah, that could use some oil, or else it'll only get worse..."
Ozydith nodded, nudging His with his muzzle. We should do something about it right away.[/b]
"Don't worry, we'll get it out in a second!" T'jinn said as he grabbed the oil and a rag, with intents on rubbing all traces of the dry spot off of his beloved Ozydith's hide. There was no way his dragonet was going to itch! Not on his watch! What kind of rider would he be if he couldn't even properly care for his dragon? "Just, give me one moment." Uncapping the oil, he poured a little on the rag as he sat down and started to rub at the spot that was causing his dragon so much discomfort.
Because he was so quick to jump at his dragon's every whim, T'jinn hadn't expected Ozydith to say anything as he rubbed at the spot. And yet, the dragon always seemed to prove him wrong. Loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear, his next statement was practically an announcement. How am I supposed to show off this gorgeous perfection if I'm itchy, T'jinnmine? My hide must remain immaculate. [/b]
"Ozydith!" T'jinn all but squeaked out, nearly knocking down the oil in the process.
What?[/b] He asked, confused. It's true. Everyone should know that I'm perfect in every way.[/b] Almost as an afterthought, the dragonet added, And you are, too. Why must I keep reminding you?[/b]
"Oh, Faranth, Oz!" T'jinn hissed as he looked around the barracks, praying that no one heard, or was paying attention, to a word the dragonet was saying. "This is embarrassing..." he muttered, concentrating solely on rubbing oil into the dry spot on the Bronze's hide.
That's the spot.[/b] Ozydith said, not quite bothering to notice just how embarrassed His was. He would realize soon enough that, as his rider, he was every bit as perfect as he was. If he had to make a speech about it, by Faranth, he would.