Post by Dragonwher on Sept 3, 2013 19:14:49 GMT -5
shells...the only good thing about doing these chores in the evening is I can't see what I step in. Thoughts like these didn't often color Randiel's mind; but nearly falling on ones tail while trying to clean up after herdbeasts in the pens will do that. Since it had been roughly a day since he'd shadowed Tussbuul and Tusk Randiel had been given a lot to think about. As he ruminated on what the older handler had driven into his head he did mentally kick himself yet again.
After all that had been sharding stupid of him to kneel on Tusk's level. But he'd lucked out heavily in the sense Tusk was so gentle for one of her kind. Not like the Wild Whers or even some of the snarlier ones of the Weyr. Though he did get broken out of his thoughts by the mockingly agreeable chirp from the fencepost as he'd called himself a fardling dimglow for the fifth time since his Shadowing. When he looked in Aela's direction; squintglaring due to her 'conveniently' perching on the glowbasket he'd brought the pink tried to look totally innocent.
Randiel however was not buying it "oh shut yer trap Aela, just because I call myself a dimglow doesn't mean you get to agree". Then he was left rolling his eyes as his little pink showed a bit more chattiness than usual. By chirruping in a sing song way that suggested she was trying to say 'dimglow dimglow dimmy dimmy dimglow!'. Which got him to glower comically more before 'accidentally' dropping a spare rag atop her and the glowbasket that her hopping as she 'sang' had shut anyway. Thus covered Aela broke off her chattering song with a semi-loud and definitely indignant 'WARK!?' before she Betweened back to the barracks in a snit.
Since the noise had woken a few of the pen's occupants Randiel had to deal with stepping lighter than before around the beasts. He did love Aela but sometimes she could be the biggest pain. And she seemed to really swing between too playful and over mothering lately; ever since he'd bonded to Farkas and Majere. He wasn't sure how that would have triggered her new attitude however. So he filed the thoughts away and finished mucking out the occupied stalls then started on refilling water buckets so the beasts could drink if they got thirsty in the night. As he made each trip with two water buckets his eyes were cast down as he moved. He did not want to trip and earn a soaking, that'd definitely get him chuckled at by the other candidates and beastcrafter's here. As a result however; he wouldn't see if any whers or their handlers stopped by the pens to eat either. Well eat in the Wher's case; likely the handler would just watch to make sure their partner didn't eat themselves sick or took more than their share.
After all that had been sharding stupid of him to kneel on Tusk's level. But he'd lucked out heavily in the sense Tusk was so gentle for one of her kind. Not like the Wild Whers or even some of the snarlier ones of the Weyr. Though he did get broken out of his thoughts by the mockingly agreeable chirp from the fencepost as he'd called himself a fardling dimglow for the fifth time since his Shadowing. When he looked in Aela's direction; squintglaring due to her 'conveniently' perching on the glowbasket he'd brought the pink tried to look totally innocent.
Randiel however was not buying it "oh shut yer trap Aela, just because I call myself a dimglow doesn't mean you get to agree". Then he was left rolling his eyes as his little pink showed a bit more chattiness than usual. By chirruping in a sing song way that suggested she was trying to say 'dimglow dimglow dimmy dimmy dimglow!'. Which got him to glower comically more before 'accidentally' dropping a spare rag atop her and the glowbasket that her hopping as she 'sang' had shut anyway. Thus covered Aela broke off her chattering song with a semi-loud and definitely indignant 'WARK!?' before she Betweened back to the barracks in a snit.
Since the noise had woken a few of the pen's occupants Randiel had to deal with stepping lighter than before around the beasts. He did love Aela but sometimes she could be the biggest pain. And she seemed to really swing between too playful and over mothering lately; ever since he'd bonded to Farkas and Majere. He wasn't sure how that would have triggered her new attitude however. So he filed the thoughts away and finished mucking out the occupied stalls then started on refilling water buckets so the beasts could drink if they got thirsty in the night. As he made each trip with two water buckets his eyes were cast down as he moved. He did not want to trip and earn a soaking, that'd definitely get him chuckled at by the other candidates and beastcrafter's here. As a result however; he wouldn't see if any whers or their handlers stopped by the pens to eat either. Well eat in the Wher's case; likely the handler would just watch to make sure their partner didn't eat themselves sick or took more than their share.
