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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2020 5:22 pm
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T'roiMine, I don't understand why you are making me do this, Destrierth gently complained as he ran in a wide circle in a quiet spot of High Reaches's Weyrbowl. The bronze weyrling dragon's gait was more lumbering than running, and he was already beginning to pant after just six laps. It was all he could do to keep his wings close to his side and not spread them and just take off -- but His had said he needed to run, so here he was.
T'roi shook his head. "It's because you've been sitting on your haunches too much, my love. There's a bit more of you than I would like. It's not healthy for a dragon as young as you. So, we run." He knew that it was as much his fault as it was his dragon's; he couldn't help but give the young bronze whatever he wanted to eat, whenever he wanted it...
Destrierth snorted and hung his head as he ran. Very well, if we must. If it makes me a better fighting dragon, I will do it. It is my legacy as a bronze of High Reaches, after all.
Glancing over at D'rok, T'roi gave a resigned shrug. "Yeah, it's your legacy," he said aloud to Destrierth. "This is as hard for me as it is for you..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2020 5:41 pm
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D'rok really would never get sick of watching Khazariath - the bronze simply had a certain elegance to him that was even more pronounced next to his much larger brother. Though he was biased, of course, but D'rok would have happily dragged out some candidates to judge between the two if the topic had come out.
D'rok, Khazariath's mental tone was only slightly chiding, always pleased to be adored, but not keen on having His drive a wedge between brothers over something so....subjective. D'rok smiled sheepishly, placing his hands on his hips. I know. I know. And he did - and he knew T'roi likely thought the same world of Destrierth.
Even if he wasn't the limber thing that Khazariath was. It was obvious from a look that he'd lose in a physical altercation or if another dragon crashed into them during drills in the future. Give and take.
Of course it will make you a better fighting dragon. It will also make you a better protector, Khazariath offered sympathetically, though he outpaced his brother by a few steps.
D'rok offered a shrug back to T'roi. "Better protector, right. You have to stay closer to him if he's gonna protect ya, buddy."
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2020 6:08 pm
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It had been hard for T'roi to admit that Destrierth was in fact quite a bit overweight -- as far as he was concerned, Destrierth was perfect in every way. But once it had been pointed out during the wellness check, he couldn't unsee it. His bronze was big, and could carry a bit of weight, but this was too much. Especially compared to the smaller, more svelte form of Khazariath.
Destrierth looked toward his brother, who was a bit ahead of him.. I need to be the best protector I can be! Not only for my siblings, but for my future wingmates -- for all the Weyr! For all of Pern! he replied dramatically. He believed every bit of that, too -- it was his destiny to protect!
"I hate to do this to him," T'roi said softly to D'rok as he watched the bronze brothers finish another lap, "but he's... just... fat." There was really no denying it. "What was wrong with Khaz?"
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