Post by Rii on Nov 11, 2013 13:02:35 GMT -5
{desc=Nori/R'hia}This was silly. It was ridiculous, she was just being paranoid, and that wasn’t like her at all! There were all sorts of reasons for it, after all they were both weyrlings and had to care for their dragons and do lessons and chores and really, it was just busy and probably all in her head. But Norilana still couldn’t shake the persistent feeling that R’hia was avoiding her, and she wasn’t sure why, or what she could do about it. Maybe he just didn’t want to be around his kid sister anymore. Maybe he still blamed her for what happened at their Hatching. He was missing fingers and it was her fault, even if he’d brushed off her attempts at apologizing. Maybe she’d said something else wrong and he just hadn’t told her - he liked to keep people at arm’s length a lot, she’d noticed.
If he is avoiding you, it’s for a stupid reason, Noirath told her bluntly. And you won’t know what stupid reason that is until you go talk to him, and if you -don’t- go talk to him, you’ll just fret forever. So talk to him.
Noirath’s logic was hard to argue with, even if she disagreed with his phrasing. No matter how many times she corrected him, the dragonet continued to be blunt and oftentimes merciless in offering his opinions. He curbed his tongue around those he deemed worthy of his respect, but it was a short list comprised mainly of the Weyr leadership - with Callistath at the top - and K’var and Argotath. Nori was still working on getting him to add her brothers to that list. It’s not going to be stupid. R’hia’s really smart.
Even smart people can be idiots sometimes, he returned. If you don’t go talk to him, I’ll find him myself and drag him back here for you to talk to.
Norilana’s eyes went wide. “You wouldn’t dare, Noirath!”
Watch me. The burgundy rose up, shaking himself out and spreading his wings in a stretch. If Norilana was going to insist on being silly, he would have to take matters into his own jaws.
“Okay, okay! I’ll talk to him. I just have to find him first.”
Good. Sekaith says they are outside.
Well, if that was the case, she didn’t have much excuse to put it off. Nori slid off of her bed, grabbing her heavy jacket, gloves and scarf. It was cold out, especially in the evenings, and she didn’t want to freeze while she looked for her brother. Tugging the cold-weather wear on, she trudged outside, Noirath following her to scuff through the couple fingerwidths of snow that had persisted in staying on the ground. And both of them scanned the Bowl for a young man with a weyrling blue. “There he is!” Norilana’s face brightened into a smile, and she lifted an arm to wave enthusiastically, calling loudly as she did. “R’HIA!”
If he is avoiding you, it’s for a stupid reason, Noirath told her bluntly. And you won’t know what stupid reason that is until you go talk to him, and if you -don’t- go talk to him, you’ll just fret forever. So talk to him.
Noirath’s logic was hard to argue with, even if she disagreed with his phrasing. No matter how many times she corrected him, the dragonet continued to be blunt and oftentimes merciless in offering his opinions. He curbed his tongue around those he deemed worthy of his respect, but it was a short list comprised mainly of the Weyr leadership - with Callistath at the top - and K’var and Argotath. Nori was still working on getting him to add her brothers to that list. It’s not going to be stupid. R’hia’s really smart.
Even smart people can be idiots sometimes, he returned. If you don’t go talk to him, I’ll find him myself and drag him back here for you to talk to.
Norilana’s eyes went wide. “You wouldn’t dare, Noirath!”
Watch me. The burgundy rose up, shaking himself out and spreading his wings in a stretch. If Norilana was going to insist on being silly, he would have to take matters into his own jaws.
“Okay, okay! I’ll talk to him. I just have to find him first.”
Good. Sekaith says they are outside.
Well, if that was the case, she didn’t have much excuse to put it off. Nori slid off of her bed, grabbing her heavy jacket, gloves and scarf. It was cold out, especially in the evenings, and she didn’t want to freeze while she looked for her brother. Tugging the cold-weather wear on, she trudged outside, Noirath following her to scuff through the couple fingerwidths of snow that had persisted in staying on the ground. And both of them scanned the Bowl for a young man with a weyrling blue. “There he is!” Norilana’s face brightened into a smile, and she lifted an arm to wave enthusiastically, calling loudly as she did. “R’HIA!”