Who

Khaylia, G'tan

What

A Candidate and a bronzerider chat at the Pens with lunching dragons in the background.

When

It is afternoon of the tenth day of the twelfth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Pens, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 08 Sep 2018 06:00

 

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"Anyway, it's a good idea t'just kinda…get over it, for lack of a better way to put it."


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Pens

Here thar be pens, in a variety of shapes and sizes fit for all manner of beastie. The largest pens are those housing plump herdbeast for human or draconic consumption. A few of the smaller pens are unoccupied, though there are remnants of their former occupants still evident on ground and fence. The actual pens themselves are made solidly constructed, proof of Igen's resilience in improvements. In each pen there are troughs for feed and water, and they appear again by the stableside.


Khaylia isn't the kind that is… really all that good with this whole Search/Impress-a-carnivore thing. She winces every time the blue in the pens before her chomps down on a herdbeast, and she looks a little faint. Maybe she's serious about this thing though, because despite the paleness of her skin she is STAYING and continuing to force herself to watch.

Maybe adding another dragon into the mix will be the straw that breaks the Candidate's resolve? A great, gleaming bronze lands nearby, crouching to admit his rider to the ground before springing into the air again to circle high above the pens. G'tan, straightening his jacket in the wake of his descent, makes his way to the fence not far to the right of a watching Candidate, her presence striking him as curious. "Afternoon, Candidate," the brawny bronzer greets, shoving his gloved hands into his pockets and squinting slightly as he watches his lifemate circle once more and then swiftly drop to crush a herd beast beneath his talons. Zinakoth carries his kill a bit of to the side and digs in - rather neat in his eating, for a dragon, but that doesn't mean there's a lack of blood and gore. Blue eyes slides toward the girl with the white knot again. "Don't usually see Candidates spendin' a break out here…" Watching this.

"He is so big." Khaylia says, gulping once, before remembrance strikes her and she salutes to the bronzerider clumsily. "I know the weyrwoman's queen is big too but…" Just wow. She shakes her head slowly against the amazement. She glances at the crunchy dragon and winces. "If I impress I.. have to see that, don't I?" Like. all. the. time.

G'tan just grins and nods at that, his pride in his lifemate evident. He also returns the rendered salute and then lifts a brow at the question. "Aye, for a good amount of the time," he replies matter-of-factly. No need to beat around the matter, after all! "If you Impress, you've gotta feed your dragon yourself until they learn to hunt. That's a lot of meat-choppin' and whatnot. Then when they start hunting, you've gotta watch 'em 'til they get the hang of it. But nothin' says you've gotta stand there and watch them eat all the time when they're grown." He shrugs and turns to put his back to the fence, leaning against it, as though in punctuation. "So you're out here makin' yourself watch because it turns your stomach, I'm guessin'."

Khaylia twists a strand of dark red hair in a finger and finally has had enough of watching the gore that is a draon eating. She turns away looking more than a mite green and instead focuses on the bronzerider. "I never really had to … touch anything dead before. It was cooked when I ate it." A LITTLE sheltered.

"If you think about it, you're touchin' somethin' dead every time you have a meal or pick up a leather bag," G'tan points out with a wry lift of a sandy eyebrow. "Not every vegetable is cooked. And cooked or no, it used to be alive." Broad shoulders shrug slightly again, and his hands come out of his pockets so that he can fold his arms upon his chest. "Y'get used to it. And really, y'don't think about it too much because takin' care of your dragon tends to overrule anything else, including the fact that you may not like handlin' bloody meat. You just kinda…do it." He tilts his head slightly to regard the girl and asks, "Y'got any firelizards? Because you probably have a little taste of what it's like, if y'do."

"Yeaah…. but I can usually find it without bleeding you know? And my firelizard doesn't mind if I feed him with a fork." Or the Pern equivalent of a fork. She vigorously rubs an arm against a shiver. "Plus Ken really likes jerky." She almost even sounds perky there at the very end of that!

G'tan can't help but laugh at that. "I take it back, then. Easier to spoil a flit than a dragon, though. They need the raw meat, and t'hunt. Your Ken probably finds his own meat every now and then, too. Some dragons leave plenty leftover to pick at." Zinakoth isn't going to be one of those dragons today, however. He's currently cracking some bone to get at the marrow, and G'tan is pointedly not watching that. He isn't the sort to be fascinated by his lifemate's eating habits, apparently. "Anyway, it's a good idea t'just kinda…get over it, for lack of a better way to put it. If y'wanna Impress, that is." His head tilts a bit again as he gives her an appraising glance. "I'm assumin' you do, else y'wouldn't be wearin' that."

"I mean, I hope he does…" There's concern in Khaylia's voice, hinting at a very lazy nature under everything else about her. Fingers twist together and she winces every time a bone cracks against Zinakoth's teeth. It's like fingernails on chalkboard kind of cringy. "I swear I'm trying it's just…" trailed off without explaining.

"A whole lot different than what you're used to?" G'tan volunteers with a smirk. He shifts, straightening a bit and leaning on one shoulder instead so that he can face the girl. "You Holdbred or Craftbred?"

Despite her discomfort the question has Khaylia putting on a very put-upon relaxed pose. She's PRETENDING. "Oh, it's not really important. Here, there, wherever." Wherever she's from, it's pretty clear she has zero interest in sharing.

It's a pose that G'tan is not buying, however. It's possible he's had some experience with avoidant people in his life, some quite close to him. "Wherever it is, Candidate, I'm not gonna believe here is part of where you're from, all things considered," he says with a teasing slant of a grin, and pushes off the fence. "Keep it up. Best way to get used to what y'don't like is just to face it, after all. Good day to ya." With that, he strides off toward his bronze, the great dragon now finishing his last bits of lunch and aiming for a leap toward the lake shore. Even minimal mess requires a little rinse, apparently.

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