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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.

Weyteleth ceased her bouncing as the other pair walked in, interest settling intently on the two. Galve, feeling the interest cut through their own sleepiness, sat up slowly, with a cringe. Their chest had settled to a dull ache after the healer’s salve had been applied, but it still wasn’t particularly comfortable to move. Not bothering to get up fully, Galve leant back on their hands and nodded to the arriving pair. Small talk wasn’t particularly Galve’s thing either, but for slightly different reasons than the new Blackrider.

Galve, themself, hadn’t had much to do with T’ghen, before or during candidacy, but fate had a funny way of forcing new bedfellows. It would be good, at least, to signal a new beginning as Weyrlings. If you were sentimental about that sort of thing. Quietly grateful that the older guy didn’t seem to want to talk, Galve patted Weyteleth on the back and went to pick her up and move her to the dragonbed, but before they could, they felt a spike of excitement and happiness from the young dragonette and paused.

Weyteleth didn’t have time to respond, however, before T’ghen spoke. Shaking their head, their expression a little surprised at the apology and the following byplay between dragon and rider, Galve paused for a bit before replying. “Uh, don’t worry about it. He’s not a bother, plus, if he could help tire her out, I’d actually appreciate it.”

Weyteleth, not quite understanding the apology, felt no compunction to keep her ideas to herself, so she broadcasted her response to the whole group. Obviously, if Sinestath was happy to talk, T’ghen wouldn’t mind doing so, right? I am a little tired, but I want to say hello first. Hello! It’s nice to meet you too. I am Weyteleth, and Mine is Galve. What is Yours called? Without pausing to actually wait for a name, the little Red continued. You have pretty wings, and they look lots bigger than Mine from here. Climbing over Galve’s still outstretched arms, and jumping down from the cot, the little Red sidled up to the darker dragonette and spread her wings to compare their sizes.

Mhmm, lots bigger. Although, perhaps, the Red would have said more,  a yawn, oversized on the small frame of the dragonette, interrupted her. And allowed her mind to settle enough that she remembered she was waiting for an answer to her question, and so she resolved to sit politely next to the Black to wait for an answer.

When Ionei walked in, with Quaoth, Weyteleth crooned a happy welcome. Since she’d talked to Quaoth in the feeding pavilion, she already considered the smaller Red a friend. She hadn’t, however, talked to Ionei, and automatically assumed the hello was meant for her as well. Replying with a cheerful hello, she walked herself back to her own cot with Galve. Curling up by the pillow instead of on the dragonbed.

Hey, some people don’t like it when you talk straight to them. They think it’s more polite to speak through send a message to their dragon, and the dragon might pass it on to them. Otherwise, you can tell me to tell them something.

But why? Isn’t it easier for me to say hello?

It is, and to be honest I don’t really know why you shouldn’t. Something like, they only really want their minds open to their Bonded. I don’t care, but it doesn’t mean everyone will think it’s okay, and so it’s generally polite to just not.

Weyteleth didn’t reply to that, and Galve knew she was mulling it over. But, too tired to do much more explaining for tonight, they just patted the little Red on the head and also lay themself more comfortably on the bed, with one leg still raised. As a belated reply to Ionei, they waved with a, "hey. Sorry ‘bout that.” Seems T’ghen wasn’t the only one in the room who’d be having to apologise for dragon chatter.

Exhausted. Galve didn’t quite realise how tired they were until they shuffled in to their new room, chest now a dull ache after being covered in numbing salve, and stained candidate robe clutched in their hand. They stood for a moment at the door, blinking at the new room, trying to comprehend the idea that they were now a Weyrling… they finally impressed…

Well of course you did! I am here now. You couldn’t before because they weren’t me, but now I am me, and you are Mine. Obviously.

With a small smile, Galve tried very hard not to roll their eyes, “can I have one moment of quiet to let this sink in, please? It’s been a long day.”

A spike of guilt and sadness passed through their bond as Weyteleth ducked her dark red head, and Galve almost took it back. But the little Red did need to learn when to quiet… ugh, this was going to be harder than Galve had thought.

Okay, sorry.

“Ughhh, why don’t you pick out a bed for me? And the stone plinth next to it will be yours.”

Instantly the Red was back to her energetic self, practically skipping her way into the room, although still a little awkward looking, with her wings half raised and bouncing as she moved. Sniffing over two of the three beds while Galve leaned on the stone of the opening to their room, Weyteleth seemed to like the look of the second one.

Crawling up the side of the cot, she walked over it, liking the softer feel of bedfurs under the pads of her feet. With great concentration, the tiny dragon walked over every inch of the bed, just to feel it. Finally, Galve moved to join her, plopping down next to the dragon without thinking. The little Red bounced from the impact.

Momentarily still while her young mind processed what had happened, it took all of about half a second for the Red to start bouncing on the bed, trying to move Galve in return. She attempted in vain, but she was determined, and enjoying it… and doing so quietly.

Lying down on the bed, smug waves of amusement emanating from Galve through their bond, that’s how they stayed. Or, at least, that’s how they’d remain until they had to meet their roommates. 

Spoiler for Hidden:
@Aster @SirAlahn
I don't care what bed Galve has, so if other people care about which bed in the room is theirs you can just assume it's open <3

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