Post by ruckseite on Aug 19, 2010 20:18:04 GMT -8
Though the morning was already underway T'go couldn't stop the yawn that perforated the clean air of the Weyrlakes. The grumbly sound petered out and he blearily focused his eyes on the task in his hands. Staring at the half-formed block of wood thoughtfully, he reached up one gloveless hand to scratch through the mane of obsidian atop his head.
Making a face, he felt he would need a haircut soon as it was getting too long for his tastes. Eyes almost matching the color of his hair flicked up and over his current location to stare out over the water of the 'Lakes. Save for little expression on his face the snort of amusement that broke the air again was the only belying emotion he gave. His sharded dragon was flopping around like a Weyrling in the cool water without a care in the world it seemed. Another bout of laziness swept over T'go and he yawned widely, digging his booted feet into the sand below him and stretching backwards over the rounded rock he'd been leaning against for a chair.
Grunting as he heard a few vertebrae pop into place T'go sighed gustily as he returned to a normal lazily seated position and dropped his head to look at his occupied hands once more. The softwood was starting to look like a recognizable creature. He'd selected this particular grain as it was a darker brown in color. He knew when he was done and had it polished it would look quite splendid. Setting his whittling knife once more to the aged wood he plucked a few more curls off the rounded edge of what would soon become a dragon's wing. He was going for a likeness of his dragon with this structure; previous carvings he'd done in image of his firelizards and those now sat on a shelf in his weyr.
It amused the bronze rider to no end when he would return home to his weyr and find his firelizards engaged in a staring contest with the statues. He would soon have to ward them off once they inevitably lost the 'match' and would reach to strike the painted creations with their tiny sharp claws. He frowned a bit in thought as he recalled his firelizards. His bronze flit had gone missing a while back and no amount of his summoning would the flit return. He was still firmly staunching any irrational fear about the little delinquent, knowing he probably had gotten himself into too much fun, but yet hoping he hadn't gotten himself into too much trouble for him to handle. If he returned he would return, if not...well...T'go would mourn him in due time if that proved to be true. Gito and Dieot, his two blues, did miss their brother, but he hadn't sensed any mourning from them as if his bronze had met his untimely end. If either of them knew where he was, they weren't telling T'go that was for sure, for whatever wherry-brained flit reasoning there was.
Making a face, he felt he would need a haircut soon as it was getting too long for his tastes. Eyes almost matching the color of his hair flicked up and over his current location to stare out over the water of the 'Lakes. Save for little expression on his face the snort of amusement that broke the air again was the only belying emotion he gave. His sharded dragon was flopping around like a Weyrling in the cool water without a care in the world it seemed. Another bout of laziness swept over T'go and he yawned widely, digging his booted feet into the sand below him and stretching backwards over the rounded rock he'd been leaning against for a chair.
Grunting as he heard a few vertebrae pop into place T'go sighed gustily as he returned to a normal lazily seated position and dropped his head to look at his occupied hands once more. The softwood was starting to look like a recognizable creature. He'd selected this particular grain as it was a darker brown in color. He knew when he was done and had it polished it would look quite splendid. Setting his whittling knife once more to the aged wood he plucked a few more curls off the rounded edge of what would soon become a dragon's wing. He was going for a likeness of his dragon with this structure; previous carvings he'd done in image of his firelizards and those now sat on a shelf in his weyr.
It amused the bronze rider to no end when he would return home to his weyr and find his firelizards engaged in a staring contest with the statues. He would soon have to ward them off once they inevitably lost the 'match' and would reach to strike the painted creations with their tiny sharp claws. He frowned a bit in thought as he recalled his firelizards. His bronze flit had gone missing a while back and no amount of his summoning would the flit return. He was still firmly staunching any irrational fear about the little delinquent, knowing he probably had gotten himself into too much fun, but yet hoping he hadn't gotten himself into too much trouble for him to handle. If he returned he would return, if not...well...T'go would mourn him in due time if that proved to be true. Gito and Dieot, his two blues, did miss their brother, but he hadn't sensed any mourning from them as if his bronze had met his untimely end. If either of them knew where he was, they weren't telling T'go that was for sure, for whatever wherry-brained flit reasoning there was.
