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 the world is out to get me, SU:17 {Embry x A'dran}
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 Posted: Jul 24 2017, 02:29 PM
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Ever since the hatching, something had changed in Embry. He was no longer pretending as if he had everything under control. His holier than thou attitude had all but dissipated. Instead the young man spent his time warding people off, and distancing himself as much as possible. Already having proved himself to be a loner, time and time again, he wasn't doing himself any favours by hiding in plain sight. His present plan was to cold shoulder the world and do no more than what was required of him to remain in Candidacy. He wasn't trying to impress anyone after all. There was no one to impress, and at this point he wasn't sure he would ever have a dragon of his own. Those he knew had surpassed him. Those that had come to impress in the Stands was a hard blow to accept, especially what with the fact that the majority of those whom had impressed in the Stands were mere children. A mere boy had gotten an Iron, and Aydran, well... Aydran was now a brownrider. Grimacing, Embry chucked a stone at the lake.

He was alone and that was fine by him. He had resolved that no one could possibly understand why he was the way he was, or, what was more, why he did the things he did. Even he couldn't understand. He had mixed emotions about his push and pull behaviour with his rival. If he was going to be completely honest with himself he hadn't the faintest clue as to what it was he really wanted. He wanted to be better. Not necessarily better than A'dran, but just... better. A better him.

How was he supposed to be a better anything when it felt like the entire world was against him? For Faranth's sake, A'dran could go on to be a Weyrleader someday. Embry on the other hand was cleaning stables, lugging firestone, and performing other menial tasks. Nothing had changed. Was he supposed to have learned something from the last hatching? He didn't feel as if there was anything to learn, simply humiliation to experience. There was zero doubt that the ex-Trader felt defeated. A'dran had surpassed him, just like he'd anticipated. Go figure.

Picking up another stone, Embry hurled it at the water. The young man was sitting at the waters edge, staring out over the lake dejectedly. What was he supposed to do, just keep going on like this? How could he? What was he even working towards anymore? He couldn't remember why he even wanted a dragon in the first place. Oh yeah, so people would notice you. It all felt ridiculous now... like a waste of time. All people had come to notice was that he wasn't worthy of impression. Some strategy...

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Since the hatching, A'dran expressly did not look for Embry. An encounter with his rival turned tentative friend had the potential of going horribly wrong and harming the fragile bond between himself and Wobath. The month old brown was a sturdy, stubborn dragon, but he was still a baby, vulnerable to negativity and strong outbursts of emotion. Thus he spent all his time fostering their bond, abandoning all others in favor of His, as a weyrling should after Impression. Wish could get needy at times, but the cyan flit was starting to gain a touch of independence and seemed to accept Wobath as an extension of A'dran himself, content to cling to the brown in place of him. With no family and almost no strong relationships to speak of, dedicating himself wholly to his bond was easy. Well, until he saw the one person who he felt strong enough emotions towards to need avoiding.

He swallowed and glanced away. The older teen was throwing rocks at the lake in his typical moody fashion. If he were a Candidate, A'dran would already be making his way towards Embry, ready to sit on the shoreline and exchange insults with him until one of them walked off in a huff. He squashed his thoughts down, unwilling to let the worry or wonder effect his common sense. No harm would come from just turning on his heel and walking away. Except, Wobath clearly had other plans. The brown kept going after A'dran stilled, path set for a certain someone, utterly at ease as he traversed the short distance.

"Wobath!" he hissed under his breath, chasing after his wayward dragonet. "Don't go over there."

'Why not?' Wide-set eyes gleamed as Wobath glanced over his shoulder. A'dran rounded the dragonet to stand in front of him, hands out.

"Because...ah, because!"

Not the most articulate answer. Nor did it divert the brown from his course. Amusement passed through their bond for a brief moment before fading. Wobath continued straight ahead, forcing his rider to step aside to avoid getting knocked over. Mind blanking, he couldn't come up with a good excuse before Wobath reached his target. The brown lumbered up to Embry's back and nudged him with the top of his head, giving him a forceful shove to gain his attention.

I remember you...you were not one of those that thought I was a red. Wobath said, perfectly content to communicate with others outside of His. Instinct told him that this one was part of His' path and His was being silly and straying from his course. Stood next to Mine at the hatching. He sat down next to Embry, mildly confused by A'dran's spike of mixed emotions. He peered up, oblivious despite their shared mind.

The weyrling gave up on his mental pull to drag the brown away and shuffled to the lakeside. He remained straight backed and tense, bracing his mental barriers in case Embry lost his temper and tried to provoke him.

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The brown might as well have been a thief in the night, for Embry didn't notice him until the last. The brown hatchling shoved the flat of his head against him, causing the boy to lurch forward. Catching himself, just barely, the dragon candidate whipped around. The browns voice came as a surprise. It wasn't often that a dragon, or wher, bespoke him. More often than not their voices were reprimanding, and aggressive. Embry had a bad habit of pissing the wrong people off, after all. The brown was not angry, he simply wanted to talk. Why to him? Did A'dran have something to do with this?

Embry faced the brown, eyes narrowing skeptically. "Well being a decent guesser clearly doesn't guarantee you anything," he remarked, his hurt apparent by his tone. The downward twitch of his lips was a secondary indicator, though he was trying his best to fight it. It felt weird, speaking to a dragonet. Wobath was A'dran's other half, which made it all the more uncomfortable. The browns next words shut Embry right up. Stiff-jawed, the dragon candidate stared the dragonet down. What did he expect him to say? Yes, he'd stood next to A'dran... Big deal. Had it gotten him anywhere? No. The other boy was a brownrider, capable of just about anything, and he was still a measly candidate. He may never impress, especially what with the fact he was nearing twenty Turns.

A'dran moved closer, having meant to keep his distance. Embry side-eyed him momentarily, gaze lingering only upon the weyrling's brown. It was Wobath that had approached him, not A'dran. Did the brown have a bone to pick with him or something? He wasn't a weyrling, so what sense did it make? He hadn't seen, or heard, from A'dran since the hatching. Obviously he wasn't good enough to associate with now that the other boy had come to impress. A'dran had moved on, and likely-happily-forgotten about him.

Glaring at the brown, Embry defensively wrapped his arms about himself. "What do you want anyways? Seems to me like Yours is ready to leave, maybe you should listen to him..." Embry wasn't suggesting that the dragonet was disobedient, more like A'dran no longer cared a lick about him. Not that he ever cared about me anyways! Of course not, that would be ridiculous. Embry's face flushed as his uncertainty rose. His arms more tightly wrapped about his form, threatening to squish all the air out of him. He didn't want to be here, reminded of the fact that he'd failed.

The ex-Trader couldn't bring himself to so much sneak a peek at A'dran-not again. It had been hard enough to look upon the weyrling the first time, never mind a second time. He was sick of this hurt... this suffering. He wanted to be done with everything; he just wanted to give up. He would never matter, not to anyone. Fine by him, he didn't need anyone else! Everyone just needed to shove off, leave him alone, and get off his back.

Gaze now downcast, Embry retreated into his own head. He couldn't manage to find the words to say whatever it was he needed to say. If he knew what he needed at all he didn't show it. The hatching had left him with an even larger void than what had already come to develop over many Turns of loneliness, failed attempts, and painful memories. Why he had ever consulted A'dran at all, even temporarily, he couldn't say. He was willing to ignore the only reason that made sense, time and time again.

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Wobath looked at Embry again. He listened patiently as the boy spoke, his gaze drinking in every nervous shift and change in posture. A more sensitive dragon might find himself uncomfortable with the glaring unease radiating from him. But this was Wobath. He saw no reason to be bothered.

I listened to Mine. Now I am listening to you. He thought himself good at listening. It was always better to hear what everyone needed to say before making a judgement. Many jumped impulsively into action, casting blame before considering the circumstances. Embry's tone was unkind but his body language showed fear. 'He resents you.'

A'dran sighed and stiffly lowered himself to the ground, crossing his legs. They might be here a while unless Embry stalked off. The best way to escape the brown was to just walk away. He took forever to catch up. But be warned, if he wanted to, he would find you. 'We were...are...it's hard to...we just were... The brown made a low noise of interest.

'He is your friend.'

Doesn't really matter now. Can't have relationships and all that. The weyrlingmaster won't even let siblings see each other too often.

'I see...

The month-old Brown promptly laid down, as if he was going to take a nap. Clearly he was planning on sticking around until he decided it was time to go. A'dran bowed his head, continuing to look away from Embry. He didn't want to mess this up. He couldn't hurt Wobath by losing his temper or scaring him with other strong emotions. Hurting Embry was not something he wanted, but an inevitable fact. They didn't Impress together. So it was like they were caught in two different worlds that ran akin to each other. Close but eerily distant.

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They often said that a dragon and rider pair had a faraway look in their eye when they were communicating. After a time, Wobath had this look. If Embry would have been staring into A'dran's face, he would have likened the browns off-expression to the weyrlings.

What was there to listen to? He had nothing of value to say-nothing that would change anything least ways. They were at an impasse, one that could not be stormed through, or reasoned away. He could shout 'til he was blue in the face, or spill his guts so that they were laid bare for everyone else to see. Nothing would change the fact that A'dran's life was changing for the better while his remained the same. The other teen was all he had come to have here, and even then it wasn't enough.

A'dran was right to think that their emotions-Embry's emotions even-would unsettle him. Nothing that either of them said to each other would be any good for the brown dragonet. A'dran had to look after his bonded, and Wobath had to, likewise, look after A'dran. Was that why he was here, or was it really because he had touched his egg? Did it matter, when he'd chosen A'dran instead? Obviously none of the dragonets had thought him very likeable. Shards, he didn't even like himself, so how could they? Were Embry the sort to pick up on much of anything he would've realized that, within himself, lied the true answers to his suspected failure.

Remaining silent, even after a time, Embry watched as Wobath settled down before him. Even A'dran had come to sit down, which the older teen caught in his peripherals. Embry could understand why the other boy wanted to preserve the life of his bonded-they were linked, permanently. Well, that and Wobath didn't seem so bad. A'dran was lucky to have impressed the young king. Wobath may have not been an Iron, or a Bronze, but he was, for all intents and purposes, a king. Shells, A'dran could have been the next Weyrleader. Trying not to shudder at such a thought-mostly due to the idea that the other boy would be engaging in a major flight-Embry heaved a sigh. Dropping in a heap upon the ground, the boy eventually came to cross his legs.

Reaching out to the blades of grass before him, Embry plucked a few pieces from the ground and began to shred them with his fingers. He peeled the grin strips frantically, as if on a mission. His nervousness was still apparent, as was his unease. Wobath was quite perceptive, and could likely see for himself that the boy knew not what to say. Blue eyes, finally, were cast back upon A'dran. "Congratulations..." The word was difficult to spit out, but he had. There was no sarcasm, or malice, to be heard in his voice. He was being entirely sincere, even if it hurt. It wasn't A'dran's fault that he was better equipped to be a dragonrider, right? It just was... the way it was. "He suits you." The latter was said teasingly, returning some of the former color that made Embry's voice much more familiar sounding. The ex-Trader even tried for a smirk, struggling to fight back all of the insecurities that threatened to spill over. His blue eyes were clouded with worry, whilst his mind raced with the fear of rejection.

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Embry menaced grass. A'dran picked at a clump of dried mud on his boot. It was an awkward scene. Between them laid Wobath, looking content in his sprawl, wings starting to peel away from his sides to relish the sun. One day he might lay in the summer heat, unfurled and lazily drinking up Rukbat's rays, a full-grown subking instead of a pudgy hatchling. He stretched his front legs out, spreading his toes to rake at the soil, head craning back, back feet kicking to the side. It was a feline pose. One of sated comfort. Despite Embry's overt unhappiness, the Brown remained close, saying nothing to either of the young men to either side of him. Eventually the silence broke, Embry hesitant to offer a glimpse of his former humor. But it was there. Through all the hurt and resentment, there was a sliver of hope.

A'dran shoulders dropped and he looked up at the older teen's face, dark eyes meeting blue, "Thanks." He lifted a hand and stroked Wobath's headknobs. "He would have driven you Cracked. Though I guess that makes sense..." With how often they were at each other's throats, a perfect mindmate for A'dran probably would have a few quirks that Embry couldn't tolerate. All the Path walking and raw stubbornness could drive anyone up the wall.

Foolish to covet another's Bond. Yours is Yours.

That probably wasn't what Embry wanted to hear. It was sensible, but Embry had a habit of getting angry when people made him feel stupid.

"Wish likes him too..."

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For a moment Embry felt like it was a mistake to say anything. He couldn't make sense of A'dran's expression, or why he didn't seem to be able to quite level his gaze. The thanks, in his opinion, was said halfheartedly. Even so, A'dran had spoken to him and so, for now, it was enough. Embry was hardly the sort to take from life what he could get, rather he tended to have an all or nothing approach on most things.

The brown weyrlings next words made Embry pause in consideration. "I guess..." He and A'dran had always been different, but wasn't that, in some ways, a good thing? Perhaps what A'dran really meant was--and then Wobath said precisely what the ex-Trader was thinking. What he really meant was that A'dran was meant for him, and vice versa. It was senseless for him to wish he'd impressed the brown when Wobath had never been for him. Could that possibly mean that his dragonet simply hadn't been born yet? Was it still possible that he might impress?

While Wobath's words stung, the fact that Embry could understand the dragonets intent kept him from flying off the handle. Embry smirked, for real, at the mention of Wish. "Of course she does." Such was said sarcastically, as was most of the things Embry chose to voice. Embry could only watch as A'dran showed affection to the brown beast. Why did he feel so... jealous? It had nothing to do with Wobath, no. Sure, he wished more than anything that he'd impressed too, but this feeling... this feeling wasn't about Wobath at all. Embry, disappointed as he always was when he came to new realizations, couldn't shake the deep-rooted jealousy he felt over losing A'dran's company.

"I guess you'll be busy now..." There was a hidden question in there, one that glued Embry's gaze to the ground shamefully. He had every reason to be ashamed of himself, he was acting like a big baby... So what if he didn't see A'dran anymore. It wasn't as if the two of them had ever been anything... more.

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A'dran returned Embry's smirk. It was a brief twist, fading back into neutral lines, but it did echo across his face. Wish and him got off on the wrong foot. The cyan hissed at the teen because his snotty attitude agitated Hers into a fit of anger. He had been trying to hard to keep his temper in line and Embry just had to poke at him until he lost control. "It's your own fault that she hisses at you," he remarked dryly. "She's pleasant when you are." It was almost too easy to fall into the old pattern of mild banter. Bickering was what they did best. Even when they decided to be friends, they squabbled like clutching wherries.

As silence creeped back in, the weyrling thought about the teen's self-depreciating moods and destructive behavior. He needed balance in his life. Stability. A mindmate could possibly help heal him, or only wound him further if he somehow upset that bond. It was impossible to know. A'dran knew Embry had the capacity for great emotion. He felt and dreamed and yearned. He just chased everything away before they could learn how sensitive he was the world around him. But that aggression might be the very thing hindering him from making a connection. A'dran picked at another smudge of mud. Embry was older than him but Standing for the same time. A Turn was a short time to wait to Impress. Unfortunately, Embry had less time to wait.

"Yeah. Busy." A'dran laid his hand in his lap. Wobath remained where he laid, the edge of his wings now brushing both males. "Half my time is spent keeping this one from stepping on small children."

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As A'dran smirked back at him, and the older teen thought over the similar expression upon his face, it almost felt like everything just might be okay. A'dran had impressed, sure, but he was sitting only a few feet away from him. Wobath, both literally and metaphorically, laid between them. The weyrling boys cyan flit was far from being Embry's adoring fan. He might have been a bit abrasive whenever the creature was around, but so what? Some flits were just nice... Wish wasn't. A'dran was right-he was likely always right-but Embry was stubborn. "She might as well be a red," he shot back, scowling at A'dran's suggestion. He had been pleasant... plenty of times!

As A'dran picked at more mud, Embry went back to picking at the grass. They looked like mere boys, in that moment. Not young men, but boys... If only Embry could have known how clearly A'dran saw him, than maybe there wouldn't have been any real cause for all of this. Things were a mess, undoubtedly, and Embry was finding himself more and more unhinged. He was frustrated by the fact that he had no one to turn to, or even speak to, though it was his fault entirely. He didn't give most people the time of day, because he couldn't bear the thought of hurting anyone (or of being hurt). Trust was what the boy lacked. He could neither give trust, nor be trusted. He had much to learn, regardless of his age.

The browns wingtip brushed his leg, which made him flinch. Hypersensitive to contact, as he always was, Embry found that he had no real desire to move away. The contact was slight, and, oddly enough, made him feel like he belonged... just a little bit. He wanted to belong somewhere, so desperately. He had wanted to belong somewhere with A'dran, and now he had to deal with being by himself again.

Embry's mind flitted from thing to thing, worry to worry, and problem to problem. Embry could only shrug at A'dran's declaration, as late as his response was. "Less of them to worry about that way." He sounded fairly serious for a moment, though A'dran would know better. "At least you're not bored," he remarked dryly, flicking a piece of dry grass away from him.

He felt as if he was repeating the same lessons over and over again, meanwhile A'dran was going on to learn new things. By the time the next hatching rolled around A'dran would already be well on his way to becoming a dragonrider. It was ridiculous, the fact that so much time was continuing to flood on by. What a waste... what a waste it all was... What was he supposed to do with himself? Hunching over, until he practically met the ground, Embry wished for nothing more than to tunnel away.

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"A red? Not like she's even tried to nibble on you," A'dran groused back. Wish was much to possessive of him to bother taking swipes or bites at other people. Sure, she hissed, but that was while she sat curled around his neck and shoulders. With no more mud to pick at, he skimmed a thumb over Wobath's wing.

The Brown was a plain and awkward looking dragon. His hide without markings to mar the uniform coloration; his body broader than most of his clutchmates. Grace was not a word that suited the dragonet. He had a definite bulk to him and a slow, ambling gait, his head bobbing side to side. But he was comfortable with his frame, had a sense of space and self that showed when he wasn't traipsing over unsuspecting bystanders. Wobath clearly knew how big he was and never tried to squeeze into spaces he wasn't capable of navigating, even if he could fit into them previously. Between his appearance and his stubborn steadiness, Wobath matched A'dran in a number of strange ways. Because while he wasn't a bulky person, he was growing out of the hollow gawkiness of youth, always looking like he wasn't quite fitting into his skin. And for all the Path walking drove him crazy, there was comfort in a routine.

He quirked a brow at Embry, "Riders tend to take offense to their children getting squished." Luckily the Brown was small enough that he wasn't much of a threat and he hadn't hurt anyone. Nor had he climbed onto an important person. Though once he came upon a sunbathing King and tried to dig his way under. He got a sizable hole made before the other dragon decided he was annoyed and wandered away to rest in a more peaceful spot. "No. Never bored."

Absently, he thought about the day he had the freedom to search for his sister. So many Turns had passed. Would he recognize her? Would she remember him? A'dran wasn't that scrappy twig of a boy any more. By the time Wobath was grown, A'dran would be closing in on twenty and bearing rider knots. He felt...he wasn't quite sure how he felt. The desperate dream of finding his missing sibling felt less urgent, as if he'd come to a sense of resolution. Acceptance. He wanted to find her. But he wasn't as inclined to stray from Dalibor as he was a Turn ago. This was home. It was weird to think about, but true nonetheless.

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It was weird to think that they both called Dalibor home. He and A'dran had never really been in the same place at the same time, given their former lives as traders. Now, by a twist of a fate, they were both here. Their experiences were different, but their path was similar. Embry was surprised by the fact that they'd both come here for a fresh start-to find themselves. Maybe they had, or, at the very least, were well on their way. Embry would have given just about anything to understand why he felt the need to act so impulsively and behave in a rash manner. He knew he was angry. He'd spent more than half of his life in anger. It got worse, it always got worse. A'dran enraged him and calmed him both. It was strange, but there was no denying it.

The dragon candidate was glad that he had yet to incur Wish's violence. In reality the flit was just fine, it was him who was a pain in the ass. He quietly wondered if his words had offended the brown weyrling. A'dran loved his flit, and it showed. "No... I mean, she's fine. Whatever." Shrugging again, Embry exhaled noisily. A flit and a dragon. A'dran was lucky. He fit in with both the dragons' smaller cousins, and the dragons themselves, so, naturally, he'd been the one to impress. Embry could hardly dispel his envy.

A'dran quirked a brow at his quip, to which Embry merely frowned. Kids were annoying, regardless of whether or not they belonged to dragonriders. He had never met a kid that didn't immediately try to shove their dirty, snot-covered, little noses into his business. They were always covered in something, with sticky hands, and grubby little fingers. Snorting, Embry shuffled. Restless, the boy uncrossed his legs, propping them up instead. Casually he rested an arm over one of his upraised knees.

"Lessons are boring," he mumbled, meaning to complain. He was tired of being a candidate. In theory he hadn't been standing all that long. He had made it through exactly one hatching. The real issue was his age. If he had entered into candidacy at A'dran's age, then he wouldn't be nearly as concerned as he was now. Well, that was untrue... Embry tended to look for things to make himself anxious about. "I already know everything," he added grumpily whilst flicking more grass away from himself.

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A'dran gave his head a shake. Embry always had something to complain about, even if it was boredom. The guy needed a distraction from himself. Like a canine or a flit. As much as he protested, he would bet that the older teen would take care of something that needed him. He was too possessive to do otherwise. Even if it was a 'it's mine so I might as well try to keep it alive' mentality, it was healthier than his apparent 'I hate everyone' mindset. Though short of laying a hatching flitter eggs in his hands and demanding that the older teen bond with it, A'dran didn't think he would be keeping a pet anytime soon. Maybe he could convince Embry to play babysitter for Kadir. The green pillie was defensive of A'dran, but was otherwise fairly low maintenance. Fresh water to bathe in and regular meals of fish kept her content in his room when he was away.

"You know everything, eh?" the brown weyrling stood and brushed dirt off his pants. Wobath remained where he laid, peering curiously up at His. "I'll keep that in mind for when Wobath is older. It'll be useful to have another pair of hands when he gets bigger and needs oiling." A'dran didn't jest about doing that now since he didn't think Wobath would appreciate it. The small brown was relaxed and friendly, willing to talk to others outside of His. But no one but A'dran bathed, fed or oiled him. He was particular about it. Much like his Path walking, other aspects of his life demanded pattern. His food had to be placed in the exact same spot every meal time. Every bath occurred during a certain time. And every oiling had to be done just so, each part of his body oiled in 'order'. Nothing overt enough that anyone outside of A'dran and perhaps Weyrlingmaster Nia might notice. But it effected his behavior in a way that made A'dran uncomfortable outsourcing any duty related to his brown. In fact, the brown may very well be fully grown before he ever bothered Embry to help with oiling duty, and knew the subking's preferences so well that he could teach another.

Wobath lifted at last.

Both dragon and weyrling seemed to agree that it was time to move along.

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 Posted: Sep 6 2017, 11:23 PM
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Embry was far too convinced that he was meant to be alone. A pet was the last thing on his mind. Would it have done him some good? More than likely. Embry was a solitary creature by choice, though most were troubled by his pessimistic attitude. The boy had a penchant for scaring people off with his argumentative ways. It was rare that Embry had a legitimate reason to be angry, unless one took into account his past woes. Not much of a talker, unless in the process of telling someone off, Embry tended to try his best to escape his past transgressions. Often the past caught up with him. He saw fit to take his frustrations out on other people, as a means of coping. He knew it was wrong, but when had that ever stopped him? He told himself he couldn't help it, but no matter how many times he said it, it didn't make it true.

The ex-Trader wanted to take offence to A'dran's words. He could have, if he really wanted to. "So you're trying to say it's unlikely that I'll impress at the next hatching?" The question echoed in his mind, but he kept his silence. "He's your dragon, you take care of him." The young man opted for his usual, perfunctory, retort. It was as Wobath said, A'dran was His. Looking at the pair of them, side by side, it was hard to deny they were a good fit. Wobath was wise, for one so young. Embry was jealous, jealous that a dragon could figure out life better than he could.

When Wobath lifted, Embry watched. Not at all surprised that A'dran was quick to follow suit, Embry settled his gaze on the ground (where it was safest to look). The dragon candidate got the feeling that he had, somehow, messed up. When don't you mess up? He screwed everything up, it was just his... path. Sharp blue eyes shifted to A'dran, in an effort to catch his gaze one last time. "Hey," he spoke gruffly, seeking to gain the other boys attention. "Don't, uh... be a stranger." Well, that was awkward. It wasn't as if he had invited the brown weyrling to hang out with him or anything! There was nothing wrong with being... pleasant. They did have an arrangement after all, to be pleasant with one another. Embry would do his best to uphold his end of that particular pact, mostly in an effort to keep from losing A'dran for good.

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 Posted: Sep 10 2017, 07:58 PM
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A'dran shook his head. Embry was Embry. He made a fuss and acted like he wanted you gone, then checked to make sure you weren't leaving forever. He tried not to focus too much on the older boy. Their peace was a long road, lined with fighting and punctuated by a kiss as a breaking point. Neither was sure of the other or knew quite where they stood, yet they kept revolving back into each other's orbit. One day, they'd figure it out. When they were older and wiser and riders in full. They were both too uncertain of themselves to do more than offer a tentative truce based on a rocky foundation made of uncomfortable truths.

He just hoped that Embry didn't self destruct before that day. He had a storm in his head and the weyrling was certain that Embry lashed out to get attention. Any attention. Even the kind that resulted in punishment. Hurt. Pain. It was eerie how calm he got whenever A'dran hit him or screamed at him when they were enemies instead of friends. It was embarrassing how easily the older teen could rile him into a blind fury.

"I...I won't. Don't get yourself in too much trouble without me around. Got it?" A'dran kept walking. He was sure to run into the other boy again in the future. They seemed to make a habit of it, even when one wanted nothing to do with the other.

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