Date Posted:22:43:41 02/24/05 Thu Author: H'rrison Subject: ~^~ In reply to:
Yima & Yimask
's message, ">~<" on 17:07:27 02/24/05 Thu
H'rrison, having been BORN already getting ordered around by his older brothers, has no trouble mentally reciting the instructions. "Uh...got it. No breakfast? You're killing me!" He half complains, his young boy appetite clamoring to get the better of him. He was scarcely older than this crop, that was for sure and he didn't have the swagger or idea that being a dragonrider made him superior to anyone else. He saw that attitude in some of his older fellow dragonriders, but it just went over his head as he was used to second fiddle. So he felt no compunction or offense at her briefness. He eyes Yimask back, curious about the big gold wher and knowing that if he tried to pet her, he'd probably get his hand chomped off. But hearing Yima talk about bleeding to bond, his curiousity is set afire.
"Before I go, you're doing better after the ocean incident? No more coughing I hope? We'll be back in a trifle, I want to see this."
H'rrison hurries back to daylight, stubbing his toe in the darkness in his hurry to get there. Scrambling atop Fordth, the two are between as though someone's caught afire. He'd never seen a wher hatching before and he was anxious to see one! In what seems like three breaths, he's scrambling back down the cave tunnel excitedly, his arms full and fairly obstructing his visions. He's the definition of eager beaver, really.
Setting down a large rolled pile when he finally reaches the cave he's after, he remembers the need for quiet. "Here's furs, at the bottom, five of them. One for each and one for you; and two pots of blood porridge. Careful, it's hot. The Headwoman wasn't around but I got a drudge to help me so hopefully its the right consistency. they'd just bled a herdbeast so its quite fresh blood."
H'rrison drapes out a small blanket and settles onto it quietly. "As for clothes and bedding, I'll get those for you too, but I want to see the blood bonding first, if that's okay?" His face is flushed and hopeful, and he remains seated. "I'll just sit here and be quiet."
