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Waiting, ugh, maybe they should have let Weyteleth go to the front. Of course, they would have been forced to wait anyway, but at least they’d have something to contemplate while waiting, instead of the not knowing and waiting. Galve contented themselves by rocking back and forth on their heels, their little Red curled up on top of their feet, amused by Galve’s fidgeting, which made the wait a little easier to bear by having someone to talk to.

It tickles the tummy.

Eventually you’ll be too big for it, you’ll squish me.

I’ll just use my head, you can tickle my chin instead. We don’t know how big I’ll be.

That’s true, are you paying attention to who is supposed to be sending you the message?

The really long, grey and black one with the big rider who you think is really smart and old.

He is smart, he was a healer. And I don’t think he’s old old, just old for a candidate… and weyrling.

That still means you think he’s old.

And his name?

If the little Red could have made a face, she would have. Peering up at Galve like this was a second test within a test and was unfair in some way.

If you don’t know it then…

Salnoth and… P.. P’run.

Giving a short nod instead of replying, Galve fell silent again, but didn’t still in their rocking. Even with Weyteleth’s talkative nature, and although the ex-cook had come a fairly long way in their usual reticence, they still often ended conversations before most would.

It was immediately felt when Salnoth contacted Weyteleth. The little Red body lying on their feet when still and alert in an instant, anticipation and forced focus swept through the bond between rider and dragon.

I am, she said to Salnoth, her deeper than expected voice brimming with excitement at finally being able to play the game. But as the Black continued, her excitement turned to… mild horror. This was… more words than she was expecting. Big words. Words she didn’t like using, and neither did Galve. And was beach said twice? Why? Is there two beaches? IS THERE A BEACH SHE NEVER KNEW ABOUT?!

Turning to the dragonette next to them, attempting to pass on… what she’d heard at least, even if she didn’t really understand so well. Umm, okay, she said to the Bronze weyrling, Aitorith. The wher on the beaches. Right, it was two beaches? Is… proceeding, continued the little Red, with emphasis on the word she didn’t often use to make sure the next dragonette got it, within the Jungle… No… Yes… Okay.

After having passed on the message, realising it wasn’t as hard as she thought, she practically beamed at the larger Bronze, incredibly proud of having done her job for the day.


Spoiler for OOC:
Weyteleth is: Just over 3m in length, 65cm in height, and has just over a 5m wingspan.

This morning had been great as far as Galve was concerned. Although mornings were usually rough before klah, honey had been harvested recently so there was plenty of sweetener that they were allowed for their morning cup, which certainly made up for it. On top of the fact that they were having to get used to it as Weyteleth seemed to wake up with the slightest bit of movement from one of their roommates. So Galve was up earlier and earlier for klah and drills.

Which only made them slightly regret becoming a candidate.

It was weird to Galve to think about how much Weyteleth enjoyed noise but woke up with the slightest bit of sound. And with the worsening weather as the seasons progressed, Galve was just plain shocked when Weyteleth spent her first storm awake all night to watch it, but then slept through the entirety of her second one. The discussion about it ended up more confusing than anything else, but Galve thinks they narrowed it down to, ‘if there’s lots of noise, Weyteleth can sleep really easily because she gets used to the constantly changing sounds, but if there’s no noise, any slight change catches her attention and she’s too inquisitive to ignore it and go back to sleep.’

That’s the assumption they were running on at least, they hadn’t really managed to notice much else that would help them figure it out. It was only because Weyteleth tended to sleep on their chest that they even noticed the little Red waking up so often. However, that wouldn’t be able to continue for much longer.

The little Red was still… well… little. But her colouring was already beginning to change as she grew, and she was about half Galve’s height… and twice her length. By this point, Weyteleth was basically a heated pillow for Galve to stretch out on, not the other way around. The dark Red that Galve saw on the day Weyteleth had first hatched had lightened along her torso and in splashes along her wings, leaving the majority of her form more pink than Galve could have imagined when she first hatched.

As Galve pondered the changes to their lifemate, W’um began to speak, and Weyteleth curled her tail around their legs. I get to join in today! We should be at the front, she added quickly as she went to push her way further up the line.

Or, we could just stay here, because he’s already walked around to one side of the group and we don’t want to push in.

Oh right. Pushing in is rude. I remember. The surprisingly deep voice of their dragon reverberated throughout their head as W’um finished his instructions, and the pink speckled tail once more wrapped around their legs, their favourite place to fit it currently. Galve hadn’t noticed when Weyteleth first started tucking her tail out of the way by wrapping it around Galve, but it had been one of the plenty of times the Red had knocked something over to Galve’s sigh. Rather than allow her tail to flap around and knock things over that get her in trouble, Weyteleth figured the safest place for it was around Galve. It was highly unlikely they would be in the wrong spot. To Weyteleth’s thinking that is.

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