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The two of you walk into Os'mrik's weyr, seeing that it's nothing out of the ordinary with two exceptions. A stone couch, a small living cavern, a bed, a dresser, and a fireplace. The first outstanding object was a sword that was hung in place above his bed, and from what he tells you a gift from Master Gaufald. The second outstanding object isn't an object at all, and he definitely stands out.
The bronze looks up and over at you, studying you carefully. "He looks handsome. How long ago did you Impress him?" You smile at the dragon, who croons as Os'mrik scratches his eye-ridges. "Quite a while back, from a small clutch at Jerdan Weyr." He smiles fondly at Treduth, as gentle as his look for Mikayli if not gentler. "What made you decide to become a Candidate? From what I've heard you were a pretty good Weaponsmith." You sit down on the edge of the very large stone couch, seeing as how the little dragonet doesn't take up much of it. You decide it's better to talk about something relevant rather than hearing about the weather or the latest flight for the millionth time that day. "I s'pose it just didn't seem appealing to me anymore. My father was a Weaponsmith, and so are both of my older brother. My mother is a greenrider, and my sister is a Candidate." He shrugs his strong shoulders slightly. "The idea that a dragon found me, a lowly Weaponsmith Apprentice: and not a good one at despite what you've heard, fit for one of his own kind..." He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders again. "I was completely shell-shocked. It was a chance of a lifetime. I figure that if I'm really meant to be a Weaponsmith than all of the dragons at Jerdan's Hatching would've ignored me and I'd go back to being an Apprentice. Or... Well, I don't have to worry 'bout that anymore." He smiles over at you. You nod. After all, you can understand that. It's not a bad thing for a dragonrider to have a crafter background, and in some Weyrs its strongly encouraged in case the Candidate doesn't Impress. Gaufald seems to have taken a liking to Os'mrik, so it appears as if he'll always be welcome despite the fact he can't be a crafter ever again. Silence stretches for a few moments, Os'mrik slathers some oil over Treduth as the two of you sit in comfortable quiet. He finishes, and the silence suddenly becomes bothersome. "How old is Rikim?" The question comes out of your lips before you even think about it, and you wince lightly as you wait for his reaction- pleasant or not. Os'mrik stands up, not seeming daunted and actually smiling. "He's just finished with his second birthing day. It was only a few days before Mikayli's." He turns back to smile at you, pausing in his stride towards his small living section. "We really are in love, you know. Have been for quite a while." His face glitters with pride, even in the dark hallway. You can't help but smile, the love for Mikayli and his son is evident on his face. You clap him on the shoulder as he walks back in with a bundle in his arms. "Then best of wishes to both of you." He smiles back at you, then points to the entrance to the weyr. "I should take these things of Rikim's over to Shevia's quarters. He took quite a liking to Treduth, but he can't stay here. I just don't have the time..." He frowns lightly, then forces a smile on his face. "He'll probably want these back." You nod, the smile still on your face. "I'll be seeing you, Ossie. Take care of yourself, and those two as well." You give him a wink and turn around and head back towards the Bowl. Treduth's eyes follow as you leave, and you give him a little wave before disappearing outside.
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