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Os'mrik sits the two of you down at a table in the Dining Cavern, then walks towards the lines that are serving the midday meal. Mikayli sits down across from you, a smile on her face. You wait until Osimrik is out of earshot, then inquire about the fight. "Fight?" Mikayli laughs, her smile growing. "That was Os'mrik and Master Gaufald's spar for this sevenday." Her smile turns into a grin at the expression on your face, and she pushes her blonde hair back from her shoulder. "Os'mrik used to be an Apprentice under Gaufald, and the two enjoyed sparring eachother rather than just sitting around reading silly books on swords and such. They hold a spar every sevenday. Even after Os'mrik Impressed his Treduth they keep at it. He doesn't seem to mind, so they so no reason to stop." "So Os'mrik is a dragonrider and they still spar?" You raise an eyebrow, seeing that rather odd. You thought dragonriders had more important things to do with their time. Mikayli shrugs. "Well, from what I heard Gaufald doesn't want to let him go. Ossie's quiet, but he's pretty quick. I mean, he's not the best Weaponsmith we've had here, but he's only seventeen, so you have to give him a little credit. After all, he was only Searched by a simply gorgeous young blue from Jerdan Weyr and now look at him! The Weyr Weaponsmith!" She smiles proudly.
Suddenly, a young gold firelizard appears out of the air and lands on Mikayli's shoulder. You lean back in surprise, not having expected a flit to take place of the woman's face so abruptly. "Hyat! Behave!" You're equally surprised by the tone of the young woman's voice, the reprimand was quite different from her lighthearted, bubbly nature. She takes a note off of Hyat's leg, then stands up with a frown. "I'm sorry, dearie, but I've got to go. Would you tell Ossie that Shevia needed me." She smiles wryly, then jumps up from the table and strides out of the Dining Cavern. Os'mrik comes back a few moments later, a frown on his face. You explain that she left and give him the message, and his furrows his brows. "Is something wrong?" You frown lightly, wondering if you should leave. Ossie smiles, shaking his head. "No, that's quite alright. Sit! Eat!" He smiles, pushing a plate of food and a cup of klah in front of you. "No need for good food to go to waste." No sooner has he said the words than a pair of firelizards appear and land on the table. The brown and the bronze begin to 'attack' the food, quite happy to take Mikayli's meal.
"I suppose I should give you some kind of explanation for her running off." Os'mrik talks between bites, his eyes lowered and a somewhat timid smile on his face suddenly. "Shevia is one of the Nannys in the Lower Caverns. She takes care of Mikayli's son Rikim." "Yours?" you ask in a curious tone. He nods, his face going from timid to slightly sheepish yet proud. "Yep." You raise your eyebrows, though only a bit. Mikayli had mentioned that Os'mrik was only seventeen, that was quite a responsibility for such a young man, and a dragonrider at that. Mikayli seemed fairly young as well. However, one shouldn't judge maturity by age, and you suppose that that counts for you as well. You decide perhaps a change of conversation is needed, since Osimrik seems unsettled by your sudden silence while you were thinking. You look over at the two firelizards. "Those are yours, eh? What're their names?" Os'mrik brightens, obviously glad that you don't seem to be dwelling on the fact that he has a son with Mikayli. "The brown is Adley, and the bronze is Durben. Mikayli and myself were visiting a Weyr that one of our friends has been living at. They had a firelizard Hatching and we joined in. Mikayli got a young gold, and these two nearly attacked me." He smiled broadly, glowing with pride. You suddenly look down at your plate and realize that you're done with your meatrolls. You take a look over at Ossie's and notice that he's been done for a while. He drink the last of your klah and set the mug down on the table. "Looks like we're done." He nods, then shoos his flits away from the plate they've been simply playing with after finishing their food in no time flat. Os'mrik pulls Adley's head out of the cup of klah, and the brown chirps pitifully, shaking his head and spraying you with klah. "Why thank you, Adley..." You grin as the firelizard chirps over at you innocently. Os'mrik gathers the plates and stands up with a smile. "Well, it looks like we're done here. Feel like walking with me to my weyr? Treduth's just woken up and he wants me to take him hunting after I take a few things to Shevia." You pause for a moment, then smile and stand up. [ "Might as well!" ] Os'mrik Impressed Adley and Durben, |
