Post by Kiran on Dec 2, 2013 21:45:05 GMT -5
Jafask was no longer a tiny hatchling. At nearly nine months old, the Iron was larger than any of his clutchmates (even with Tamarisk's unusual size) and most definitely still a terror. Most of it happened behind Jafari's back, reported to him afterwards. The one thing he didn't understand was as miserable as Jafask made others, the iron only seemed to push him. It had given the ironhandler a stronger back and firmer grasp of what he needed to do to control the issues that sprang up when they did.
But he never enforced his will on Jafask. The few times he had tried the iron had rebelled and revenged himself on the wherling with no remorse. Jafari had less belongings than he had started out with - as few as those had been - and a scar or two that had been earned in the commotion his wher had caused.
Jafari rubbed the back of his head, yawning as Captain chittered at him. For once Jafask wasn't agitating the brown flitt and Captain was taking full advantage of it. He ran his paws through Jafari's hair, untangling the knots and trying to pat down the small cowlick that started forming when his hair got too shaggy. Time for a cut, the wherling mused as he followed Jafask out to the lake. Sunset came early these days, and it was dark when the wherlings got up to care for their whers. As they bathed and oiled their night-walkers, the weyrlings were often finishing up or done with their dragons.
Jafari had looked for Nori often, but had only been able to see her in passing or not at all. In the beginning it had been not at all, but since he hadn't heard any word on her death (thank goodness, he would have been deeply upset if that had happened) Jafari had assumed that she had been too badly injured to come and care for her dragonet. That hadn't been any surprise. He could still recall the knot in his stomach when he had spotted her getting slashed up down the row of Candidates, how pale he had felt when she had dropped to the ground and her brothers had taken her back to the Healers. But he had been too far away to know anything other than she had Impressed, and Jafari had been beyond happy for her.
Their nerves before the hatching seemed a million miles away, a lifetime ago.
He glanced at Jafask, who was leading the way to the lake, taking in that the weyrlings were still mostly there. Of course, the wher was able to clearly read his Handler's thoughts and started searching out the girl that his mind was on. Messing with Jafari about Saowyn was good fun, yes, but this would be even better. The iron caught sight of the girl that had been injured. Yes. He remembered her from the Stands.
A small noise escaped his throat that almost could have been mistaken for a chuckle, if it had been from a human. Jafask slunk away from his Handler, who was busy shooing Captain away from the ties in his clothing. Distractions. That flitt occasionally was a good one for his plans. Eyes sharp in the dark he sank low in the water, the darkness masking his form and color. He wasn't an iron anymore. He was a brown, a looming, dark thing of destruction and pain. And he made sure that he gave the appropriate growl behind the girl, just to complete the masquerade.
Jafari finally managed to convince Captain that he didn't need to fix his ties, they were fine as they were, when he noticed his wher was gone. Quickly seeking out anything that seemed like him, he had a quick intake of breath when he noticed how the wher was looming. No! "OI! Quit that!" the iron wherling called, running towards Nori. Oh, what havoc this could cause....
But he never enforced his will on Jafask. The few times he had tried the iron had rebelled and revenged himself on the wherling with no remorse. Jafari had less belongings than he had started out with - as few as those had been - and a scar or two that had been earned in the commotion his wher had caused.
Jafari rubbed the back of his head, yawning as Captain chittered at him. For once Jafask wasn't agitating the brown flitt and Captain was taking full advantage of it. He ran his paws through Jafari's hair, untangling the knots and trying to pat down the small cowlick that started forming when his hair got too shaggy. Time for a cut, the wherling mused as he followed Jafask out to the lake. Sunset came early these days, and it was dark when the wherlings got up to care for their whers. As they bathed and oiled their night-walkers, the weyrlings were often finishing up or done with their dragons.
Jafari had looked for Nori often, but had only been able to see her in passing or not at all. In the beginning it had been not at all, but since he hadn't heard any word on her death (thank goodness, he would have been deeply upset if that had happened) Jafari had assumed that she had been too badly injured to come and care for her dragonet. That hadn't been any surprise. He could still recall the knot in his stomach when he had spotted her getting slashed up down the row of Candidates, how pale he had felt when she had dropped to the ground and her brothers had taken her back to the Healers. But he had been too far away to know anything other than she had Impressed, and Jafari had been beyond happy for her.
Their nerves before the hatching seemed a million miles away, a lifetime ago.
He glanced at Jafask, who was leading the way to the lake, taking in that the weyrlings were still mostly there. Of course, the wher was able to clearly read his Handler's thoughts and started searching out the girl that his mind was on. Messing with Jafari about Saowyn was good fun, yes, but this would be even better. The iron caught sight of the girl that had been injured. Yes. He remembered her from the Stands.
A small noise escaped his throat that almost could have been mistaken for a chuckle, if it had been from a human. Jafask slunk away from his Handler, who was busy shooing Captain away from the ties in his clothing. Distractions. That flitt occasionally was a good one for his plans. Eyes sharp in the dark he sank low in the water, the darkness masking his form and color. He wasn't an iron anymore. He was a brown, a looming, dark thing of destruction and pain. And he made sure that he gave the appropriate growl behind the girl, just to complete the masquerade.
Jafari finally managed to convince Captain that he didn't need to fix his ties, they were fine as they were, when he noticed his wher was gone. Quickly seeking out anything that seemed like him, he had a quick intake of breath when he noticed how the wher was looming. No! "OI! Quit that!" the iron wherling called, running towards Nori. Oh, what havoc this could cause....
