Garatt's hand went to his pocket automatically before he glanced hesitantly at Valder. It was a fleeting glance, up and away again, not quite making eye contact. "I uhm. I have treats. For Master Tolf

"Hi Sig." And Garatt managed a tentative smile aimed at the wher rather than at Vader. He bit his lip, still timid if no longer quite as scared that he was about to be in trouble. "Will the herdbeast

"Garatt, sir." He was edgy still, whole body tensed as though ready for trouble. "I wasn't going to-- one was limping and I was just trying to see what she looked like so I could tell someone." He fid

Garatt had been perfectly fine with the wher, quite happy to obediently scramble down from the fence to stand on his feet, still holding his trousers in place with one hand. His posture changed almost

"Oh! Is she yours?" Garatt had stopped to stare at the dog in some bemusement until the reason for her behaviour became clear. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-- she looked like she needed a walk and I though

Garatt wasn’t scared of whers —in fact he was a good deal less nervous of Sig than he would have been of her human. But a wher pulling at his trousers, loose as they were, was at serious risk of pulli

"Are you still hungry? Do you want more?" Garatt broke off another piece of sausage and held it out, closer to himself this time. "Where's your owner then? Are you lost?"

"You did it! You did it." Garatt started to climb the fence to try to get over it but that hurt so he jumped down instead, running around to go through the gate to her, grinning. "And you kept your se

"Oh, you're lovely." Garatt kept his voice down to that hushed whisper, worried he might scare the firelizard. "It's okay. I won't hurt you. Do you belong to someone?" He held his hand very still, let

"I can't let you off, you know," Garatt apologised to the dog, though he did pick up the pace slightly. His walking still had a slightly odd gait to it; he'd begged off further numbweeding there as so

Unaware he wasn't the only one there watching Garatt climbed up another rung of the fence. He wasn't quite daring enough to climb in with the herdbeast; he'd had enough warnings that a panicked herd c

Garatt wasn't quite as sure of the herdbeast as the other animals that the BeastCraft tended to deal with. Runners he knew, the smaller animals he knew, but herdbeast were a little foreign to the boy'

Garatt had turned cautiously hearing the rustle. Sometimes you got tunnelsnakes and other vermin out in the stables and he didn't particularly want to end up sharing his sandwich with one of those. It

If you couldn't ride then watching someone else ride was... well, not *as* good but better than nothing. Garatt perched at the side of the jumping field, feet balanced on the bottom rung of the fence

Sometimes you could think yourself into a circle. The case of M'ayen was one of those. What should have been simple -- moving the bronzerider back into a wing -- had turned into a headache where every

"Good puppy. Good pup then. Scally, is it? Good Scally." Garatt dropped to a crouch to fuss over her before he hooked on her lead. "You want to come for a walk then, girl? Have a bit of a leg-stretch?

At some point, Garatt was sure, he would have to go back to normal life. Either the Candidate Barracks or his father's Hold, one or the other seemed inevitable. But no-one had said anything about what

Cuylar popped out of between over Attlin's hold again and then took a moment to reorient Elphith so that the landscape recalled to mind the map he had seen before. And then some twenty minutes or so l

It was difficult to fight the feeling that he shouldn’t have come. Attlin was used to being in charge of his own little world. It was a quiet lonely little world but it was his and he kept it orderly.

Because Arolos wasn’t Fort when a rider, even a rider like M’ayen, couldn’t take care of his dragon someone took care of it. So, as he got arrested a note had gone from the Weyrleader’s office to the