Dragon Rider Play

"Indeed," 53 said.  "You don't even know the name of your idol, Jeremiah?"

"Well, I never asked and he never told." Jeremiah pointed out. "Besides, if I say 'head chef' everyone still knows who I am referring to."

"Very well.  Now shoo.  My patient needs sleep," 53 said, waving his hands at them.

"Yes, sir," Pat said, heading out.  "Good night, Tithenor!"

Jeremiah nodded. "Night Tithenor. Night 53." He said as he walked out with Pat and tugged his shirt back on, covering his still heavily scarred back.

Pat was quiet as they walked, waiting until they were half way to the bunkhouse.  "53 knows."

"Knows what?" Jeremiah asked. There was a lot of different things Pat could be referring to.

"My secret," Pat said.  "He kind of saw the first time I ended up in the ward."

Jeremiah nodded. "Oh okay." He seemed not worried by that. After a moment, he asked. "Hey Pat? What's your actual name?" He asked curiously.

Pat glanced at him and hesitated only a second before answering, "Patricia.  Patricia Salts."

Jeremiah considered that. "I like Pat better." He said thoughtfully. "You don't seem like a Patricia to me."

"Thank you," Pat smiled.  "I never like Patricia, but it fit when I was, well, a girl.  I thought about changing it to something tough for my guy appearance, but I'm not very good at that."

"Well, I think Pat is just you as a whole." Jeremiah said. "Sure, it isn't the most intimidating name, but it's still a strong one. And even then, I think now even as a girl, you're more Pat than Patricia."

Pat smiled at him.  "Thank you, Jeremiah.  And I'm glad you decided to go by your given name."

Jeremiah smiled. "Well, I think names need to fit the person, and 'Blade' doesn't really fit anymore."

"Jeremiah is good for you," Pat told him.  "I wonder if there's an Elven version."

Jeremiah thought for a moment. "We can ask Tithenor tomorrow what our Elven names would be." He opened the door for Pat once they reached the bunkhouse.

"Thank you," Pat smiled.  "I'm looking forward to having us all together again.  I miss it."

Jeremiah smiled. "Yeah, me too."

Pat gave him a pat and crawled into bed.  "Night, Jeremiah."

(It was a Pat pat XD)

Jeremiah smiled. "Night Pat." He went to his ow bunk and fell asleep.

Pat woke the next morning to rain on the roof.  Kneeling on her bed, she stared out.  A grin crossed her face and she scrambled over to Jeremiah's bunk and jumped on it.  "Wake up!  It's raining and it's a beautiful day!"

Jeremiah groaned, but he woke up, grumbling a little. "Huh?"

Pat knelt next to him on the bed and bounced a little, grinning.  "Come on, Jeremiah!  It's the fall rains!  Sort of.  Maybe.  Whatever, it's raining!!"  She kept bouncing on her knees, thereby bouncing Jeremiah.

"All right, all right. I'm up." Jeremiah yawned. He sat up and stretched.

Pat grabbed his shoulders and shook him.  "Come on!  Rainy days are awesome, and we haven't had any yet while here!  Let's go!"  She bounded off the bed and dashed into her clothes, her excited movements causing a lot of grumbling among other sleepers.