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Post by sorra on Jan 7, 2011 9:40:56 GMT -5
T'tarel sat at his desk bent over his hides. He sighed softly and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair. The young man had always enjoyed books and learning, but learning everything about being a Weyrleader was definitely challenging. And this was one thing he didn't want to mess up. It was an important job and one he wanted to do right.
Image lay curled under T'tarel's collar. The little black never left his Pet's side. And he loved being wrapped around T'tarel's neck. He cheeped softly and nuzzled the Weyrleader's neck. T'tarel smiled and reached up to stroke the black's head.
"What do you think, Image? Will I ever get the hang of this?" Image cocked his head to the side.
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Post by Kit on Jan 7, 2011 10:34:08 GMT -5
Cybele had entered T'tarels office quietly. She had come in to talk with him about the graduation of the sr. Weyrling class which would be any day now, but finding herself unnoticed, she just watched him for a moment, a small smile lurking at the corners of her mouth. She still couldn't believe her luck, that Reloith had been the one to catch Chandrath. T'tarels might be a bit young, but he was everything she wanted in a partner. She thought, despite the jadedness that came with Turns of being a Queenrider, that she might be in love with him. He was certainly handsome enough that she could watch him for hours. He looked up and made a comment to the darling black firelizard he had recently acquired, and she grinned as she stepped forward. "I think you're doing a fine job."
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Post by sorra on Jan 7, 2011 11:00:41 GMT -5
T'tarel had been so preoccupied with the hides that he hadn't even noticed Cybele walk in. Image's head flew up when he heard Cybele's voice. The little black huddled closer to T'tarel's neck. He knew Cybele but she had startled him. T'tarel chuckled a bit. 'You chicken," he teased his black affectionately. He then looked up at Cybele. "Thank you. I'm not sure I'm ever going to get the hang of this," he said, flashing her a smile. He definitely didn't mind stopping for a bit if Cybele was there. He would much rather talk to the pretty Weyrwoman.
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Post by Kit on Jan 10, 2011 13:28:27 GMT -5
Now that she had been noticed, Cybele walked into the weyr and pulled up a chair next to T'tarel, it being a particularly delicious kind of torture to have him so close. "Your poor flit. I've never seen a black so frightful," she said, shaking her head in amusement. "But what're you having trouble with? I haven't heard any complaints. Every time I talk with Q'del he holds you in almost holy esteem for taking so much of his workload off him."
She supposed the Weyrsecond was doubly glad to have more free time now that Toniel had accepted his affections. It had warmed her heart to see the two of them together, they were a well-matched pair. Much like she and the Weyrleader. She brushed a stray strand of hair from his face in a gesture of affection.
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Post by sorra on Jan 10, 2011 20:21:06 GMT -5
Image started to settle down once Cybele sat down. T'tarel shook his head and gently untangled his flit, bringing him into his lap so Cybele could pet him. "I don't know why he's so afraid," he said. Although the flit was loyal and T'tarel loved having him around. He could be very entertaining. The young Weyrleader sighed. "I just never realized there was so much paperwork," he said, looking up at the Weyrwoman. He hadn't realized Q'del had been praising him. Although T'tarel did enjoy the work. It just seemed confusing sometimes. "Right now I'm looking over the wings to see how they're doing," he said, gesturing toward the hides on his desk. Image cheeped softly. He smiled and leaned his head against her hand briefly. Maybe a small break to spend some time with Cybele would be good. He knew he would like to.
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