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Bronze Gormalth The greeny-bronze dragon that stood by G'un had almost a human expression on his muzzle. "You know what they'll say, the Weyrleaders," G'un quipped. "They'll say 'oh great, we'll never hear the end of this'. And they'll be right, they will never hear the end of it." Why not? Asked the young dragon. "Because, Gormalth, you're bronze, and they probably thought I would only be fit for a blue, perhaps a brown. I'm a hard worker, you're going to be one too. You don't get to be a senior Apprentice at my age without being a hard worker, and good at what you do." Gormalth mulled that over. But what about your wines? "They told me that I can still work with the vintners, but they have their 'special' one, somewhere on some island. I wonder why they'd send me off to an island, when the best wines come from the mountains." I will be able to take you wherever you need me, my one. From an island to a mountain to the front of a wing, I am ready. G'un nodded. There wasn't anything remotely silly or presumptious about what the dragon had just said, not to him... *** Crafting Guild: Vintner, Status: senior apprentice Other Skill picked up around Guild folk: math Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): seamanship Originally From: lightly forrested community Location size: densely populated Location climate: seasonal Searched: privately, to avoid any trouble, not too long ago Samber's Giveaway (Weyr Between the Worlds and/or Dasmalenra Weir) |