The Crippled Ones [Nataniel/Baelsth]

[PhazonDragon]

It had been weeks since meeting Gregory at the feeding pens. Lawrence still hurt from that encounter. Elonverrilth was saved from it, on account of the memories of dragons not reaching back further than a couple of days. Still, with Lawrence's help, the bronze could remember things, after a bit of prodding. But that wasn't something that he wanted to go back to. Elonverrilth had to eat though, and Lawrence couldn't stay away from the grounds forever. The weather was warming up, even if they were high in the mountains. Lawrence was tentative to ride on the bronze's back, and didn't, despite knowing that the beast wasn't as fragile as he was when they first arrived.

Overhead, the bronze flew, his wyvern-like shape easily overtaking the weyrling as he walked down to the pens. Are you sure I cannot carry you, Lawrence? I wouldn't mind that. And you would get to fly once again. Didn't you like that? he asked, coming in for a landing on two hind legs just outside the fence running around the pens. He cocked his head and looked back, turning around as best as he could, to watch His walking down. You wouldn't have to walk. Would not that be nice?

Shrugging, Lawrence stepped over a rock, and walked around a boulder that had rolled onto the pathway. He looked down at his feet, only watching them as they carried him to his destination. It wasn't like Lawrence to be lost in thought, but here he was. Nothing of importance ran through his mind either. "I don't know," he muttered to the bronze, though the weyrling wasn't sure if he could hear him. "Go on and eat, Elon! Don't wait for me!" The dragon snorted, and leapt into the air to gain some altitude to clear the fence, and promptly made a meal out of the goat that he happened to land on.

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Natan looked to his left to see Baelsth running alongside him, just a little ahead with his hop-skip gait that seemed unique to all pern dragons. He sped up.

Natan and his brownling were racing to the feeding grounds, to strengthen both of them.
Obviously, the dragon was wining.

But Natan didn't care, he wanted Baelsth as strong as he could be.
Hey, Baelsth, i think you've won. Do you want to try your luck at hunting? He asked his brown.
Hmmm... I think i have won, of course. Fine, i guess i will try, i am beginning to feel hungry as well. He jumped awkwardly over the fence.

Pouncing unsurely on a sheep, he looked at HisNatan.
There is someone else here. Over there, Mine. Elonverrilth and His. Sharing the field with a bronze? oh joy Baelsth said dryly.

Natan had sat down near the fence and was staring at an inchworm working his way across the ground.
"Who... oh, right..." He had never met the bronzerider. He didn't know how it would go, especially with Baelsth convinced he was just a tiny bronze and not a brown.

I know what i am. I did not say that i am a bronze, i said i am better than a bronze because i am a brown!

Natan turned around half way and saw the bronzerider nearby. "Oh, hello" he said, quite as if he hadn't noticed them until now.

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The weyrling looked up from the path as the dying squeal of the goat reached his ears. He raised an eyebrow and looked away from the dragon that was hunched over the fallen beast. "I don't need to see that, thank you, Elonverrilth," he muttered, walking up to the fence and propping up his elbows on it. He crossed his arms, and leaned forward, his gaze traveling out to the side, at the landscape beyond the feeding pens. "It'd be nice to fly out there, I bet," the weyrling started to say, before a pale brown blur running past distracted him.

"Oh, hello."

Lawrence jolted up at the voice, stepping back. "Oh, um, hi," he responded hesitantly. He turned to see who was talking, and found no one. Confused, the weyrling looked to the other side, but still found no one. "Uhh..." Lawrence wondered, though he rolled his eyes, thinking he imagined the noise. He returned to the fence, leaning on it again, and now noticed the tiny dragonet that was feasting on a sheep.

Lifting his blood-stained muzzle from the goat, Elonverrilth twisted his head to eye his rider. He's sitting. Near the fence. And the brown is Baelsth. From the clutch. The bronze watched as the hatchling did his best to show off, but not wanting to egg on the younger dragon, Elonverrilth diverted his attention away from Baelsth. Instead, he went back to ripping the flesh off of his prey, hunched over like a wyvern, complete with one hind leg holding down the beast so it wouldn't move.

Ah. Lawrence tilted his head to the side, and did manage to find the boy--now standing up. The first thing he noticed was the left arm, not to mention the scars. "Hi," he said again, his eyes darting from the arm to the boy's face. "That's your brown? From the hatching that just passed? Congrats." Lawrence bobbed his head, and went back to leaning on the fence.

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Baelsth was quite hungry, and Natan waited for the rider-who seemed to be a weyrlign as well- to notice him.
"Hi, That's your brown? From the hatching that just passed? Congrats." " the bronzerider said.

"Yeah, I'm Baelsth's rider" not that i've gotten to do any riding yet...
Natan's eyes narrowed as he saw the other guy look fro mhis arm to his scars. He unconsiously stiffened.

Elonverrilth's rider went back to leaning on the fence, and Natan realuzed he still didn't know the guy's name.
"I know your dragon' name, but what's yours?" He asked him, as Baelsth began to eat the sheep he'd brought down, with many dramatics.

Looking at the bronze, he noticed somethhing odd about him. From the funny position, the stance he was in, it seemed like he wasn't using his forearms... Natan's view was blocked by elonverrilth's wings, however.

[PhazonDragon]

"Baelsth." Lawrence repeated the name, rolling it over in his mind. "Good name," he finally commented, judging that it wasn't one of the worst names out there. Imagine if you got stuck with something worse, like, hard to pronounce. Wouldn't that be a pain to introduce yourself and your dragon? "I'm Lawrence Huntington, and Elonverrilth is my bronze." He put special emphasis on the last half of the sentence, feeling a tinge of annoyance at the fact that this younger man would have the audacity to tell him he already knew the dragon's name.

Lawrence. Elonverrilth looked up from his meal again, and turned to stare at the weyrling again. Be nice? Please? For once? I don't want to have to come to your aid. A feeling hung at the back of the bronze's mind, as if a memory was trying to surface. The dragon gave Lawrence a look of contempt, and bent over the goat again. He started to finish it off, the meat picked from the bones, and stepped off of the remains to find another unsuspecting victim to sate his hunger.

Spacing out for a moment, as Elonverrilth tried to talk some sense into him, Lawrence continued to stare forward. He resisted the urge to look at the other boy, knowing full well he'd just gaze at that arm. "Yes, I'm Lawrence. And what about you? You're Baelsth's rider, but that's all I know about you." The weyrling cleared his throat and shifted his position so one ankle was hooked behind the other one, and he balanced on a single leg.

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((ooc: i know, this is waaaay late XP but im back now! ))

N'tan raised an eyebrow Maybe that wasn't the best way to say that... he said, thinking about how he'd said he knew the bronze's name.

"Uh.. Well... Other than the obvious? Nothinig much special about me" HE looked at his arm "Someone set fire to my house," he said brusquely, "because of somethinig they thought about my father. I was only four...... Oh, and thanks for the congrats. I'm happy i impressed to Baelsth"

the brownlette looked over his shoulder at His, lookiniig a little worried about the tone of N'tan's thoughts.

How the young dragon looked was funny enough to lighten his spirits a little: Baelsth's muzzle had leaves stuck to the blood that covered his mouth, and his paws were dirt with dirt and sand and blood.

Wow, Baelsth, He attempted to sound cheerful, after all, this was practically the brown's first time tryinig to hunt his food. You did good, but i tihink you might want to clean up a bit, unless you're still hungry?
"Messy eater, isn't he?" N'tan said outloud, pointinig to his dragon.
"Unlike your's"