Post by Kilnarak on Jan 29, 2011 1:00:55 GMT -8
It was around midday, and the Winglets' barrack was nearly empty - there were lessons and chores to attend to, and while a few might still be idling around until their shift of busy-work came up, the room a certain red-rider paid a visit to was completely empty. Or at least, empty of occupants - there were signs of habitation: rumpled bedsheets here, a scattering of downy feathers there, clothing and trinkets, books, mirrors, a large variety of objects that a young man (in particular, a young man like the newly bonded E'ry) would make use of in day-to-day life. And there was more: the other side of the new green-rider's room was similarly lived in and dusted here and there with pastel-green feathers.
For all that he had made sure that neither of them was there before he made his visit, N'raan had not actually bothered learning much about E'ry's roommate. He had, of course, seen the other new green-rider at the hatching, and thus he knew that he had also bonded a green - he didn't know much aside from that, save that he looked a little like a younger K'huna. That was... interesting at least, and perhaps, given the proper time and freedom, he would look into getting to know the other green-rider better. Of course, just now he had neither of those things - or at least, not enough of either. Enough time to plan this little drop in on his charming young acquaintance, and perhaps enough time to stay for a good while, but soon enough he and Teimoph would have to fly out for guard duty. A few hours flight, and to that filthy backwater of Itnala - ugh. He still not-so-secretly believed that it was all K'huna's idea - his former teacher's attempt at pushing him away for a while. It vexed him! But oh, today wasn't for thinking about the elder red-rider, no. It was for visiting, corrupting, and most probably annoying the new blood of the Eyrie!
And it was a particularly nice day for it, too - clear skies, crisp air (although warm enough in the sun), quiet and, best of all, without interference from Teimoph. The young red had been left to his own devices in their newly inhabited Eyling, and hadn't had all that many issues with His N'raan visiting a pair of green-riders. They weren't a threat to him, and neither were the hatchlings - why should His want greens over a red like himself, after all? Besides, if His wanted to chase greens, well, perhaps they were a bit young but he had little enough issue. They were greens, after all, and their purpose was to tease and flirt and to be chased. Perhaps it would have been a touch more seemly for his to chase Laraph's rider, or perhaps the riders of the tawnies... but, he supposed, greens were desirable in their moments, as well. So the red had let His leave, and had curled up upon his ledge to rest until the evening, when he would eat again and perhaps stretch his wings. He was sure His would have returned to him by then - if not, well, he would simply have to bring his errant N'raan back, himself.
N'raan padded into the empty room which E'ry and L'lan shared, soft-footed and silent as a ghost, his eyes scanning the unlit confines until they adjusted. It wasn't as if he had much reason to be stealthy at the moment, but it was a healthy habit to keep. And for all he played the ghost now, it wasn't a facade he intended to wear for very long. Once he was able to see well enough, the darkly tanned youth began to examine the room - he glanced briefly, thoughtfully, toward the side that belonged to L'lan, then turned his attention wholly upon his reason for coming here. He picked his way over to E'ry's half of the room and peered at his belongings, reading what he could from what the boy owned, what he treasured. They were gaudy things, mostly, which suited N'raan well enough - of course he didn't intend to take them, but he did approve of the boy's taste. Looking over some of E'ry's clothing, N'raan wondered if perhaps he should have dressed differently himself - there were so many brightly colored garments, while he had chosen to wear dark and drab colors. But perhaps he might mirror other aspects of the boy's taste: there were items of apparel that looked as if they would leave little to the imagination; and while dark, N'raan's garments were skin-tight - leggings and what had been a long-sleeved shirt, although the sleeves had long since been torn off and now revealed a scattering of the red-rider's tattoos as they trailed along his collar-bones. Perhaps the boy would appreciate that, perhaps not. He would have to wait and see.
And after he had rifled through E'ry's things to his heart's content, wait was what he did. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure how long a wait it might prove to be, so he thought he might as well get comfortable. Thus it was that N'raan came to recline on the green-rider's bed, waiting and taking in the surroundings from this new perspective - his eyes drifting shut now and then to better distinguish scents and sensations, only to open and turn to the door again at the sound of footfalls outside the chamber. After a few false starts, however, at the sound of other Winglets moving about, he finally ceased looking up - he might as well relax while he waited; it was unlikely he would be caught off guard, anyway...
For all that he had made sure that neither of them was there before he made his visit, N'raan had not actually bothered learning much about E'ry's roommate. He had, of course, seen the other new green-rider at the hatching, and thus he knew that he had also bonded a green - he didn't know much aside from that, save that he looked a little like a younger K'huna. That was... interesting at least, and perhaps, given the proper time and freedom, he would look into getting to know the other green-rider better. Of course, just now he had neither of those things - or at least, not enough of either. Enough time to plan this little drop in on his charming young acquaintance, and perhaps enough time to stay for a good while, but soon enough he and Teimoph would have to fly out for guard duty. A few hours flight, and to that filthy backwater of Itnala - ugh. He still not-so-secretly believed that it was all K'huna's idea - his former teacher's attempt at pushing him away for a while. It vexed him! But oh, today wasn't for thinking about the elder red-rider, no. It was for visiting, corrupting, and most probably annoying the new blood of the Eyrie!
And it was a particularly nice day for it, too - clear skies, crisp air (although warm enough in the sun), quiet and, best of all, without interference from Teimoph. The young red had been left to his own devices in their newly inhabited Eyling, and hadn't had all that many issues with His N'raan visiting a pair of green-riders. They weren't a threat to him, and neither were the hatchlings - why should His want greens over a red like himself, after all? Besides, if His wanted to chase greens, well, perhaps they were a bit young but he had little enough issue. They were greens, after all, and their purpose was to tease and flirt and to be chased. Perhaps it would have been a touch more seemly for his to chase Laraph's rider, or perhaps the riders of the tawnies... but, he supposed, greens were desirable in their moments, as well. So the red had let His leave, and had curled up upon his ledge to rest until the evening, when he would eat again and perhaps stretch his wings. He was sure His would have returned to him by then - if not, well, he would simply have to bring his errant N'raan back, himself.
N'raan padded into the empty room which E'ry and L'lan shared, soft-footed and silent as a ghost, his eyes scanning the unlit confines until they adjusted. It wasn't as if he had much reason to be stealthy at the moment, but it was a healthy habit to keep. And for all he played the ghost now, it wasn't a facade he intended to wear for very long. Once he was able to see well enough, the darkly tanned youth began to examine the room - he glanced briefly, thoughtfully, toward the side that belonged to L'lan, then turned his attention wholly upon his reason for coming here. He picked his way over to E'ry's half of the room and peered at his belongings, reading what he could from what the boy owned, what he treasured. They were gaudy things, mostly, which suited N'raan well enough - of course he didn't intend to take them, but he did approve of the boy's taste. Looking over some of E'ry's clothing, N'raan wondered if perhaps he should have dressed differently himself - there were so many brightly colored garments, while he had chosen to wear dark and drab colors. But perhaps he might mirror other aspects of the boy's taste: there were items of apparel that looked as if they would leave little to the imagination; and while dark, N'raan's garments were skin-tight - leggings and what had been a long-sleeved shirt, although the sleeves had long since been torn off and now revealed a scattering of the red-rider's tattoos as they trailed along his collar-bones. Perhaps the boy would appreciate that, perhaps not. He would have to wait and see.
And after he had rifled through E'ry's things to his heart's content, wait was what he did. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure how long a wait it might prove to be, so he thought he might as well get comfortable. Thus it was that N'raan came to recline on the green-rider's bed, waiting and taking in the surroundings from this new perspective - his eyes drifting shut now and then to better distinguish scents and sensations, only to open and turn to the door again at the sound of footfalls outside the chamber. After a few false starts, however, at the sound of other Winglets moving about, he finally ceased looking up - he might as well relax while he waited; it was unlikely he would be caught off guard, anyway...
