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[PRIVATE] Practice makes perfect; Tag Z'yl/akusma
Topic Started: 13 Mar 2010, 09:25 AM (280 Views)
Jemma

Driden hummed to himself and then pounced on Trissan's shoulder. If it had been the shoulder on which Trissan sported an extra layer of padding so that Dry's claws would not scratch him Tris would barely have noticed. He'd had Dry for two years now, and in those two years had gotten used to just about everything the flit did. The one thing he was not used to? Driden pouncing on his unprotected shoulder, claws extended.

"Ouch!" He yelped and jumped, then watched as the music he'd put on the stand in his room scattered everywhere. It was an old song, one Master Jansar had in his collection and had forgotten about. Tris had been organizing the older songs a few sevendays ago and had stumbled across it and become intrigued. It wasn't a song he'd ever heard before, which meant that learning it would give him more of a challenge then learning a song he'd heard over and over. For the past few days he'd been practicing this song instead of the ones Jansar had assigned. He was bored with those by now.

In his mind he half thought that he might play it for the first time after the goldflight. Would the weyr celebrate it? He was pretty sure that they would, what with there being very few dragons and the prospect of another clutch raising everyone's spirits. And if they did he would have a song on hand, one that hadn't been heard in a long time, and by the first egg he was going to play it well.

"Do you always have to do that?" Tris asked Driden rhetorically. Dry was pleased with himself, having gotten His to do something other then pluck those strings. While the noise they made was pleasant, and Dry enjoyed humming along with the sound, His had been doing it for too long.

Tris stood, stretching. He must have been playing for longer then he'd thought, if he had managed to get this stiff. Maybe it was a good thing Dry had interrupted his concentration, however if he could have done it in a manner that had kept the pages of this song in order and on the music stand, well that would be even better. Now he got to try and remember what order they went in. Whoever had copied it out had forgotten to put on page numbers, which meant he had to try and remember how it went. Well, at least it was good practice.
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"He's an unpredictable little bugger, isn't he?" Z'yl laughed, stepping cautiously up behing the Harper with his arms folded, smile bright. "And here I thought he was just for show." I was right. 'And the only reason you remember that at all is because I can remember it. Hush, I want to speak to Tris!' Bath snorted from outside, peering into the doorway, despite not being able to see the Living Cavern at all. He was causing far more trouble then he realised, and everyone was just too polite to tell him to get out of the way. It wasn't until someone bumped into him that he actually moved, squeaking and bobbing his head in apology. Z'yl didn't know that, of course, or he'd have told the Blue to get out of the way before someone had been given the chance to walk into him. Instead he focussed on reaching down to collect the sheets of music that were littering the floor. He snorted as Three joined in, the little Green chirping softly to herself like one of the Aunties near the Hearths. She didn't like to randomly jump onto his shoulder with her out, did she? No, not at all, she was a lovely little thing...When Bath wasn't trying to get her attention, that was. Other then that she was fine.

"We have got to stop meeting only when you practise your music," he snorted, holding the few sheets he had out to his friend, half bent to collect Three's tiny pile, shuffled along by wings and tiny paws. Not that he minded the music! Turns of fighting Thread had left the Bluerider with very little time to do any himself, as much as he hated to admit it, so listening to the other play was nice once in a while. It was much better then trying to stumble along on a guitar his fingers only half remembered, with Bath humming along orribly out of tune. They got more complaints by doing that than by being a pain in the fighting wings - and they were a pain in the fighting wings, that was for sure. But he hadn't seen his friend in sevendays! Mainly becase of Threadfall, that was true. The one over Tillek had been the main one, but that was all over now, of course. Nothing damaged, just a few deaths...Always just a few deaths.

He changed the small frown back into a bright smile, proudly holding out the papers as he straightened up. New music? So Trissan had been locked up with the records while he was looking for him! Now that was just plain mean, abandoning his friend for music sheets. Even if it did look interesting. He may be out of practise, but he could still read music and carry a fairly okay tune (no thanks to the chuckling Blue in his head) well enough to be able to hum the first few notes on the top page he'd picked up.

"Where in Faranth's name have you been?" he demanded after a while, papers sorted out in his hands. "I haven't seen you in sevendays! I was almost thinking you'd been avoiding me. How is my bestest Harper friend in the whole of Pern?" Z'yl was laghing at the end, a small pout on his lips, but nothing worse then that. He was too tired to be any more hyper then that. Shouldn't have gone to get food after flying with me, then. 'Oh, shush. I'm still in my riding clothes, and I'd swear the wherhide's frozen up in some places, thank you.' Oooo! Get me! I thought you'd been having fun! 'That's entirely besides the point!' Bath chuckled, settling down outside before trying to pick out the mind he wanted. Tell Zy he's being a woman for me, please Tris? I'll love you forever if you do!
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Tris did not have a heart attack when Zy addressed him. Over the course of his two years at the weyr he had gotten used to the other man appearing suddenly behind him while he was engrossed in something. It seemed to be a rather regular occurrence. "Dry's far to smart to be just for show," Tris told him, not even looking up from where he was trying to order the pages, "Isn't that right, my friend?" Dry did not seem to notice he was being asked a question, as upon seeing Zy he had forgotten what it was he had planned on doing and gone to fly excitedly around his friend's head.

"Maybe he's not as smart as I thought, if he likes you and all," Tris mused, trying to keep a smile off his face and mostly succeeding. Still oblivious to the joking insult being sent his way Dry trilled happily and settled himself on the music stand, uttering streams of chatter at Zy and his fire lizards.

Tris accepted the offered music gratefully and slipped them in behind the ones already in hand. Thankfully the music seemed to not have gotten horribly out of order. He replaced it on the stand on which Dry was perched, saying "Well, I practise music lots of the time. I'd rather you interrupted me then we never see each other." If he was being honest he spent too much time away from everyone, practicing, but it did mean he didn't have to put up with meaningless small talk very often.

"You've almost got those right," Tris said, picking up the guitar he'd set down to gather the music before strumming a chord and humming them. "It's just that last interval there that you got off, but it's a tricky one." Music he was good at talking about, and it wasn't talking about threadfall. Threadfall was always weighing on someone's mind and the subject rather depressed Tris. Hopefully Zy wasn't here to look for an ear to listen to stories. Tris would, and gladly for his friend, but he wouldn't really enjoy it.

Where had he been? "I've been at the Weyr," he answered, smiling. "I've seen you a few times, but mostly while doing something Harpery for Jansar and couldn't talk. I guess you've been tired, if you haven't seen me." Come to think of it his friend did look rather tired. "I'm pretty good, been teaching the weyrbrats their lessons, learning some songs and the like. I have to say though, you look a lot less chipper then usual." He was going to say more when a voice inserted itself into his head. Tell Zy he's being a woman for me, please Tris? I'll love you forever if you do! Bath had spoken to him enough the even no longer startled him, although he still felt special the blue thought him important enough to speak to. "Why does Bath think you're being a woman?" he asked, rather confused. Maybe this had something to do with an exchange the two of them had had that he hadn't heard?
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Z'yl giggled at the Bronze, swaying from side to side under him with a grin. Okay, so maybe the Bronze was a little smarter then his two. Especially Two. But Three cmae in handy sometimes! She was nice, and distracted Bath for him, and reminded him to clean his weyr when it needed to be done...She was like a mother, really, how had he managed to get something like that? Not that he didn't need it, obviously, but still, it wasn't something he liked waking up to in the morning, a little Green flitter who was demanding he picked up his dirty underwear. It wasn't like anyone was going to visit anytime soon, and none of the Greens were rising, so it wasn't like Bath was winning any flights - not that he actually thought the Blue would to be quite honest. Hey! 'I'm just saying! You'd fly into something before you caught them.' Well, I'll prove you wrong and chase Gold, then! Z'yl fought down the shudder. That would just be embarrassing for both parties. Mainly for him. Bath never stayed embarrassed for very long at all. It was gift Z'yl actually wanted.

"Pft. Everything likes me! I'm a likeable, wonderful person," he chirped, grin a little brighter as he perched his hands on hips, lifting his chin high before laughing and relaxing into a slump again. He was short, no sense in trying to look taller. He snorted before facing Tris with as bright a smile as he could muster. He was going to act like nothing was wrong, and be damn proud of his acting skills while he was at it. He was not going to act tired, not at all...Okay, maybe a little. And because he was tired he was allowed to be proud of his humming skills. Or rather his music reading skills. He tried to hum the tune back as the Harper played it, but gave up again while making a face. he was going to need lessons again if this ridering was taking up all his spare time like it was.

"I don't practise enough anymore to be good. 'Passable', in the words of my old teacher, perhaps, but not that good," he chirped, stepping further in and nudging Three along with his foot. She had to fly up to get onto his shoulder, he wasn't picking her up. She sighed at him, reaching out to clamp herself to his foot. While he didn't normally mind this...He shook his foot slightly, tongue stikcing out slightly as he concentrated. She...Was...Going...To...Be a pain now, wasn't she? She cooed in agreement, settling down and nibbling to the bottoms of his trousers. Bah, let her. He needed a new pair anyway. It was a good excuse as any for visiting the tailor. 'My firelizard ate my trousers, sir'. That would put a smile on the old hag's face. Not that she was old, or a hag...Or even a she, come to think of it. His tailor was a man...Or at least he hoped it was. There wasn't really any way of knowing unless he stuck his hand down their pants - which he was not going to do.

Trissan was teaching now? How had he missed that? He put on a sad face, made silly by trying to look innocent. "You can hardly blame me! 'Fight threadfall riders, go over there riders, oh, don't mind if we send you to your deaths do you, riders?'. Bah, they can get scored by the stuff if they think overworking us buggers will do 'em any good." Okay, so he was whining now. Grimacing slightly he tried to look apologetic. It wasn't Tris's fauly, after all. No sense in complaining about it to him. "But I suppose that's why we're here! Bath enjoys it, at least." And that was all he was going to say on the subject. "Are the brats giving you the run around? I can send Bath to scare them if they are! Not that he's very scary..." I'm very scary! the Blue objected to both men, huffing outside, much to the confusion of those around him. 'Go and hunt or something! You're going to scare people.' Not hungry...

"He thinks I'm being a woman because I'm frozen after flying with him and complaining to him about it," he chuckled, making a face. "I'm frozen in places I should not be frozen. Tell him 'no' and he'll go and leave you alone." I no longer love you forever, Tris! Bath mumbled, trying to sound like an unhappy child. Trissan had dealt with enough of them, maybe he knew how to deal with this overgrown one. Z'yl waved a hand, more out of habit since the Blue wasn't anywhere nearby. Now who was being a woman! Not that there weren't woman aho acted more manly then the both of them put together. It was rather ambarrassing when he thought about it..."Show me what you're learning! I want to hear the amazing Trissan, Harper extroidinare, perform!" he laughed, clapping his hands together and leaning forwards with eyes as wide as he could get them. Without looking like a manlformed whatch-wher. "Pleeaaase?"
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Zy's comment, from what Tris had heard and seen around the weyr, was not altogether true. Certainly many people liked his friend, with his optimistic attitude and upbeat personality, but there were also people who found that upbeat personality and optimistic attitude very annoying or he was no judge of body language.

"If you say so, my friend," he said with a smile, not even bothering to try and make himself look taller. He was tall enough as it was, thank you very much, and regardless of how much Zy puffed himself up would always be taller then the older man. Something he was becoming increasingly aware of in this exchange was exactly how tired it was Zy was. It was rather too tired for Tris' liking, for although some people might be of the opinion that it was simply impossible for Zy to ever get tired Tris knew otherwise. Zy would simply act like he was not tired, and it would fool most people.

Not Tris though. "Sit down before you fall over," he told his friend. Dry reinforced the comment with a trill and a flapping of wings, although he wanted Zy to sit so that he would stay longer. The bronze had figured out in his two turns of life that if he got His and Zy sitting together they would not stand up too quickly, which gave him more time to play with Two and Three and maybe get any treats the bluerider had stashed about his person. "Well, it's understandable that you haven't had as much time to practice, what with the fighting of thread and all. I think your old teacher might forgive you for getting a little rusty."

Threadfall made Tris nervous, but not because he was afraid that the dragons were going to let thread get past them. No, it made him nervous because in any one of those falls Zy or Bath or both might get badly scored and go between and not come out again. They were his best friends at the Weyr and he didn't fancy losing them any time soon.

Blame him? He was simply commenting that Zy was not his usual self... As his friend continued talking though Tris got a sense that the apprentice-harper-turned-dragonrider was more tired then even he had noticed. Zy didn't often whine unless it was completely in jest, and this didn't feel like it was in jest at all. He didn't have anything to say though. What could he say to that? It was the job, after all, even if it was hard sometimes. "Don't forget to mention the part about you're one of about two hundred people who are saving the planet, mind," he said, trying to make Zy feel better. "Lots of the brats look up to you lot, for some reason I cannot fathom." On the off chance Zy was tired enough to miss the joke through his tone alone he winked and grinned lopsidedly.

"As for the brats, all they want to talk about is the gold flight. 'Who do you think will fly her?' and 'Who do you want to be Weyrleader?' and 'Do you think she'll have a big clutch?' and 'Think they'll let me Stand at the hatching? I'm only a year young!' is all I hear" He shook his head, smiling at the memory of that one particular lad. He was three years too young, although he tried to pretend differently, and would not be Impressing any dragon this Hatching unless it happened to walk to where he was standing and refuse to move. "I'm sure they'll settle down... Eventually... In about half a year. No need to send Bath after them, he'd probably get swarmed."

Frozen after flying with him? Now that was something Tris could understand. He had had a few rides since he had come to the weyr, and a few of those had been in the dead of winter. Never again did he want to be that cold. It was almost worse then between, what with the cold not going away. "I hate to say it, Bath, but I sort of side with Zy on this one." I no longer love you forever, Tris! came back the rather sulky reply and Tris grinned. Bath would probably forget all about it in the next five minutes. As for what he was learning...

"Keep in mind I haven't had it for too long," he said, strumming his guitar to make sure it was still in tune. "I can't promise that I'll get the picking right, but I'll give it a go." The next minute or so his full concentration was absorbed with trying to get the music on the page to translate into positions for his fingers and strings to pluck between strums. At one point he had to pause, having noticed a page was out of order, but he worked his way through it rather well, if he said so himself. It was a rather upbeat tune, one which might eventually, with practice on his part to get the speed, make a good song for dancing. "That's as far as I'm more or less comfortable," he admitted when he finished. "It's got a few tricky bits, and will sound better when I get the speed up. What do you think?"
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He had a feeling that Tris doubted his integrity. Pouting slightly, he huffed, arms folding. He was liked! Maybe not by the riders from his Weyrling Turns, but he was liked! By children, possibly, since he had been told he acted like one - not that it was a bad thing, after all plenty of the children would grow up to be wonderful people, possibly riders of a higher rank, and that meant he could call on fvaours! That would keep him running along smoothly, without a shadow of a doubt. Did doubts habe shadows, now that he thought about it? He didn't really have any big ones, so he coudln't exactly look and - Faranth he was ranting to himself. Z'yl resisted the urge to slap himself on the forehead, he didn't want to look crazy, especially since he wasn't crazy. He just thought a little bit too into things for quite a lot of people's likings. Most people's likings, in fact. How many people had considered trying to fry a dragon egg? Apart from him, that was.

Plus Tris was being motherly. He whined as the Harper gave him instructions, pout becoming much more obvious before he hunched his shoulders, trying very hard to look cute. It was a wasted effort, but he would continue to try all the same! He could be cute, damn it...He just need a little more practise at it (as he hadn't had enough time already) and better people to practise it on. Tris never fell for the cute tricks. Dry was most definately not helping the situation at all. Relaxing he waved his fingers at the Bronze, looking around for a chair to sit on. He knew exactly what it was the Bronze wanted, but he didn't know if he had any on him...Two and Three constantly being around usually meant he had one or two bits, but he couldn't...Ah!

"Come 'ere then, silly thing," he laughed at him, flopping into the chair behind him while he rooted in his trouser pockets for the little pieces of jerky that he'd brought with him today. Jerky kept Three occupied. "It's tough though," he warned, holding a chunk out to the Bronze with a snort. It was amazing how much of a one track mind flitters had sometimes. Food! Attention! Flying! Food! And that was about it in most of them. Of course, the more arrogant ones liked to lord over everything as well. Like Two did. Only she was just grumpy. He dropped a piece on the floor for Three, grinning lazily at the resulting coo and detatchment of the thing. There. Now his foot didn't feel like some sort of dead weight. Small as she was, she was heavy enough for the apendage to not like her at all. His shoulder preferred her...Or his arm...Or his waist as she'd discovered she could cling to it. That was an interesting day to say the least.

"Actually he might have just whacked me over the head with a ruler..." he mused, a fond smile on his face as he thought of one of his teachers. The man had been a stuck up, arrogant, unhelpful, patronising, ignorant, grumpy old man, but he'd still made Z'yl laugh. Which was what made the man grumpy in the first place, so things hadn't exactly gone according to plan half the time they'd been trying to make him memorise his chords...He still coudln't remember them, actually. Oh, he could do them, but that didn't mean he could remember their names. Wasn't learning where to stick your fingers enough? Wait...That didn't sound right - Too late to take it back now. That almost had the rider pouting again. The Blue didn't have the right to sound as smug as he did.

Trissan's was obviously dropped on the head as a child - like he's always suspected - if he didn't have the Weyrbrats' enthusiams for dragonriders. "Oh! Oh oh, oh! It all come sout now," he teased, sitting up slightly, half a smirk on his face. "I'll have you know us riders are a very dependable lot (except when there;s a big event going on, and then everything falls to pot) and there's every reason to look up to us! Just take a look at Bath! Is he not one of the most amazing thins you've ever seen? Granted he looks like someone's pumped him full of air, so that might not be the best example -" I do not! You take that back! Trissan, make him take that back! He's being mean to me! Bath exploded to them both, tone like an overgrown child. I really will love you if you make him take it back! Z'yl laughed, leaning back again with a grin. 'Awww. Has the big Blue got his panties in a twist?' There was a pause. But I don't wear panties...

"A swarming will do him good!" Z'yl insisted, "He can learn how to defend himself from the next batch of Werylings that way!" Not that they'd be standing if they were still at the age they had to go to lessons, of course. But they would stand eventually! And still be the breats they were now, and when that time came Bath would be ready! In theory, since the majority of them would mature in a few Turns time, like Tris was saying. Besides, Trissan was acting like some sort of mother, and that was amusing, so as long as this conversation continued he'd be amused enough to stay awake! Not that it made any sense when he thought it through at all...And Tris's reaction to Bath was making him laugh, so he wasn't thinking about that side of thins very much anyway. Thinking of two things at once had never been one of his skills.

Well, I think it sounded very nice, Bath commented quietly as the Harper finished. Even Z'yl was quiet for a moment before blinking and grinning. "It's good! Is that one that the good ol' Master's put you up to? It's not half bad at all - and you play it nicely to boot." He really did think he played it well. He wasn't exactly going to tell his friend that he was amazing when he wasn't, that wasn't kind if he was quite honest. What was the point in lying to them? They'd only get dissapointed later on down the line, and it was better to hear your faults from a friend rather then someone you didn't know and/or like in any way what so ever. "What's it called?"
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Zy looked like he was thinking hard about something, but at least whatever it was he was thinking hard about was staying in his head and not coming out his mouth. Tris enjoyed his friend's company, but not always the chatter that came along with it. He'd had to get very good at appearing to be interested and thinking about other things when Zy went off on one of his tangents. Of course, he always kept an ear, or half an ear, on the almost-monologue, ensuring he nodded and hemmed and hawed in all the right places. It would be rude to not be interested in the conversation and show it.

Dry meanwhile had his full attention focused on Yummy Treat Man (known to most others as Z'yl) who happened to be reaching for his trouser pockets… then in his trouser pockets.. then holding out his hand with a piece of jerky in it! Dry crowed with delight, swooping over to land on Zy's wrist and snag the jerky. Why didn't His understand that snacks were a valuable thing, and should always be carried on His person? Dry chittered something to that effect, although his mouth was full and so the noises muffled. "Don't let him tell you I don't feed him," Tris said, laughing at his bronze, "He'd be lying through his very full mouth."

It was rather difficult to keep a grin off his face, especially when Zy commented about whacking over the head with a ruler. It was a rather amusing picture. "'There's always time to practice'," Tris quoted, although thankfully that had very rarely been directed at him. The phrase was accompanied with a glare that was intimidating enough, it was rumoured, to reduce new apprentices to tears.

It all comes out indeed! The joke was a rather old and tired one, but every now and then he pulled it out for the sake of having a rather lame joke readily available. "Dependable? Have the people who came up with this definition ever met you?" he asked, feigning genuine curiosity and hoping his sides wouldn't split from repressed laughter. I do not! You take that back! Trissan, make him take that back! He's being mean to me! "Bath has the point this time," Tris agreed amiably, "He doesn't look like someone's pumped him full of air. I'd expect he'd look… squishier, or something."

The thought of Bath being swarmed by children, and the thought of actually getting their attention, somewhat, long enough for a lesson, was certainly an intriguing one. "If you aren't careful I'll take you up on that offer," he warned, "And then you'll have to deal with them too, not just the great blue beasty. Not that you're a beast in the negative sense, Bath," he added, knowing the blue was listening in.

It was very nice to hear that Bath enjoyed it, and that Zy, who'd been harper trained, thought it good too, at this early stage of practicing, made him blush slightly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said happily, setting his guitar aside, "I'm hoping to have it ready for whenever the next feast is." As for a name… He picked up the sheet that came first and squinted at the hastily scrawled, rather faded, words (or was it word?) at the top. "Scribble scribble?" he hazarded, handing the sheet to Zy. "I can't make out the writing. At least whoever copied it made their notes nice and clear."
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((This is so terribly late, I'm not even worrying about post length and such. It's just ridiculous how long this has taken, and for that, I'm so sorry.))

"You are going to have to get off my wrist," Z'yl laughed, bobbing the appendage up and down, "You're really not as light as you think you are." The Bronze was not light, not by any stretch of imagination. Two and Three weren't light, and they weren't exactly large flitters to begin with. Sturdy little buggers yes, but not large, definately not that. Besides, he was sure that if Two could hear him thinking that then she'd come and try to eat his eyes. Mainly because women always seemed to get huffy about their size and weight, when really it didn't matter in the slightest - but he was getting very off topic, and rambling through every idea in his head was not the way to go when he was sitting in front of someone and taking up their time. He was sure Triss had lots of wonderful, exciting things to be doing, and he was just getting in the way and stopping the Harper from getting anything done. The other man had to be doing Journeyman things by now, and they could take up loads of time, that was for certain. "I believe you, don't worry about that," he chuckled back, flicking his wrist again.

"I really hope you're talking about Harpering and not about being wahcked over the head with a ruler," he commented, off hand as Three tried to poke her nose down his boot for some reason. What was she looking for? "Because, to be quite honest with you, being whacked over the head by a ruler is not something I want to practise ever again. It was fun the first few times, but after that it sort of lost it's appeal." It also left him with headaches, really bad ones. He got used to them after a while, but it had been a while, and he wasn't used to them anymore, therefore they'd be worse then he'd remember, and everything would go to pot after that. He was sure that T'bay did not want to hear that one of the riders was out of commission simply because someone had whacked him round the head with a ruler and was suffering from severe headaches. As much as he now wanted to try it to see the man's expression, he had a feeling that was a bad idea.

Oh thanks, that was lovely. Zy made a face at his friend, sticking his tongue out for a moment before sniffing and looking the other way. If that was how it was gonna be then...Not that everything that had just been said wasn't true of course. Z'yl was terrible when it came to keeping track of things, so turning up for events at the right time...Yeah, that never went very well for him, in any situation. Arriving late to drills had been a wonderful experience, though, truly eye opening to the hardships of the world - and at how much people actually expected from him. "It's truly touching at how much you think of me, truly," he mumbled, snorting as a grin slowly spread over his face. Damn Trissan for being so...so...so hard to stay mad at! Bath, however, was much more interested in keeping his image intact. And I am anything but squishy- 'Except for when I poke you in the stomach.' And I love Trissan much more then I love you, he mumbled, speaking to both men since it seemed to work out much more in his favour when he spoke to the Harper.

"The great blue beasty can keep them distracted for long enough. What harm could little brats do? Really, you think too highly of me," he laughed. Does this mean we're meeting children? 'Only if Trissan says we are, and I doubt he will.' He was sure that Tris needed some sort of 'reputation' to keep the class in line, and him popping up out of the Blue would damage that so badly, it would be impossible to repair. What do you mean? Bath had no idea what his rider was thinking of. 'Simply put: we'd make him a laughing stock,' he replied, tone far too happy for Bath's liking. We're not that bad! 'But I want to be that bad! It'd be fuuun!' It would. Playing around with a mass of screaming, leaking, rather damp children, with whom his own intelligance would appear so utterly brilliant it would, would...Baffle everyone. It would be hilarious. The grin on his face would most likely creep Trissan out, but Z'yl was having much too much fun in his sleepy dream world to really notice his facial expresison. He had to wake up at some point though.

"Sometimes I can barely read my own handwriting, let alone anyone else's," he laughed, accepting the paper with a grin before squinting at whatever was written at the top. Tris was right, it was little more then a scibble. Did all Harpers have bad handwriting, or was it only the select few? He certainly had bad handwriting, but he dind't know about Tris. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the other man actually write anything down. "As amazing a title 'Scribble Scribble' is, I don't think it'll get any aplause from the Lord Holders...Just name it after are lovely Weyrwoman, and you'll get all the favours and aplauses you'll ever need for your blooming Journeyman career." He finished with a rogueish grin, handing the paper back with a small bow - or as good a bow as he could do while sitting down. At least he would in the Weyr. Alenyi would be so pleased at that, and if no one else had heard of it Tris could pass it off as his own! Though he doubted his friend would do that.
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