Post by purnip on Dec 14, 2009 21:51:02 GMT -5
Scavenger hunts are a pain. Honestly, they are. You never actually spoke to anyone. All you did was follow one clue that lead to another that lead to another. It felt more like he was mindlessly tracking a trail of breadcrumbs that someone else was using just to find their way back to the start. A complete and utter waste of his time.
But it wasn't his idea to go through with it.
Suede was getting much better at flying. He was practically master of his own space. The Blue had no doubts in his abilities, as well as an unquenchable thirst to get involved in silly things such as this scavenger hunt. Lyam noticed that Suede had this attachment to new or exciting things, the only problem is that to Lyam, this wasn't exciting. It was stupid. Looking around for this or that--it's just stupid.
What if someone's been here already? He'd look like a fool. And what if P'nay himself was in here? Lyam never met the Yellowrider. What was he supposed to do, say that some mysterious whatchamacallit left a note pointing in his weyr's direction?
The Blue flit tired of Lyam's mental distress. He flashed emotions of encouragement to his mine. Stop worrying! He won't bite! Not that Suede knew; never met the guy himself, yet here he was, landed on the door trying to poke his little nose through the keyhole. He was still tiny and underdeveloped, but that didn't stop him from behaving twice his age. Lyam plucked the flitter off the knob that he had used as a perch and turned it, pushing the door in ever so slightly.
And the first thing his eyes searched for: a ripped pillow. He wasn't about to barge in without being sure. He would like to start making friends here, not look like the Weyr's fool.
But it wasn't his idea to go through with it.
Suede was getting much better at flying. He was practically master of his own space. The Blue had no doubts in his abilities, as well as an unquenchable thirst to get involved in silly things such as this scavenger hunt. Lyam noticed that Suede had this attachment to new or exciting things, the only problem is that to Lyam, this wasn't exciting. It was stupid. Looking around for this or that--it's just stupid.
What if someone's been here already? He'd look like a fool. And what if P'nay himself was in here? Lyam never met the Yellowrider. What was he supposed to do, say that some mysterious whatchamacallit left a note pointing in his weyr's direction?
The Blue flit tired of Lyam's mental distress. He flashed emotions of encouragement to his mine. Stop worrying! He won't bite! Not that Suede knew; never met the guy himself, yet here he was, landed on the door trying to poke his little nose through the keyhole. He was still tiny and underdeveloped, but that didn't stop him from behaving twice his age. Lyam plucked the flitter off the knob that he had used as a perch and turned it, pushing the door in ever so slightly.
And the first thing his eyes searched for: a ripped pillow. He wasn't about to barge in without being sure. He would like to start making friends here, not look like the Weyr's fool.