Post by Avu on Dec 22, 2010 20:45:15 GMT -5
“I thought deserts were supposed to be warm,” A’emi muttered, hunching his shoulders in an attempt to block the wind currently whistling around his ears. “It’s got to be like, negative five hundred and two degrees out here.” He puffed out his breath experimentally. Too dark to actually see whether or not his breath was visible, but he was sure it would be. If, you know, there was light. (Not that they didn’t have light, period. They did. Or rather, K’sel did—A’emi was too busy trying to stay not-frozen to bother with silly things like candles and lanterns. Who needed them.) At the moment, he was kind of expecting to break his leg tripping over a tunnelcat hole any second now, but that was okay, too. He was too cold to care about anything.
Darkling whistled next to his ear, the green firelizard rustling her wings in quiet irritation; her body was twined so tightly around his neck, an occasional shiver vibrating against his pulse, that he probably looked like he’d just grown a particularly large and misshapen tumor. At least she provided some little warmth, though. The green was not usually with A’emi anymore, too busy having her own adventures without the restraints of a Weyr and the Weyr’s rules. So many silly animals to scare to death, probably. But when it got cold, she came fleeing straight to him so she could try to burrow into his neck and glue herself there.
Love, you’re stupid, Kyrahth announced, ever-cheerful. I thought you decided to go for a walk because you /couldn’t sleep/. It’s not likely you’re going to fall asleep if you’re being turned into an icicle. Especially with Pettahth’s there to spew nonsense at you too. You may as well come back and be warm. Ever-reasonable. Or she would be, if her tone had not had a decidedly irritated note to it, a tight note of worry threading through her ‘voice’. Not entirely unexpected, given it was Kyrahth; A’emi didn’t think the green was quite capable of not worrying about him, even if she usually showed it by telling him he was stupid.
I love you too, Kyr, A’emi replied dryly, and turned to K’sel to complain about Kyrahth. Since he was complaining about everything else, it seemed fitting. “She’s like—” Cut himself off with a blink. “Was that the wind? Okay, she’s literally driving me crazy. How long does a walk have to be to constitute as a walk and not as a failed attempt at a walk?” He’d been hoping, maybe, that if he kept running his mouth it would warm him up. Wasn’t working, more was the pity—but then, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? He felt Darkling shiver again, and he could see the glow of her eyes in his peripheral view, gleaming yellow in the darkness.
She wiggled against his neck, turning her glance briefly back towards K’sel, and whistled reproachfully at him. Hurry hurry hurry. Walk faster.
Darkling whistled next to his ear, the green firelizard rustling her wings in quiet irritation; her body was twined so tightly around his neck, an occasional shiver vibrating against his pulse, that he probably looked like he’d just grown a particularly large and misshapen tumor. At least she provided some little warmth, though. The green was not usually with A’emi anymore, too busy having her own adventures without the restraints of a Weyr and the Weyr’s rules. So many silly animals to scare to death, probably. But when it got cold, she came fleeing straight to him so she could try to burrow into his neck and glue herself there.
Love, you’re stupid, Kyrahth announced, ever-cheerful. I thought you decided to go for a walk because you /couldn’t sleep/. It’s not likely you’re going to fall asleep if you’re being turned into an icicle. Especially with Pettahth’s there to spew nonsense at you too. You may as well come back and be warm. Ever-reasonable. Or she would be, if her tone had not had a decidedly irritated note to it, a tight note of worry threading through her ‘voice’. Not entirely unexpected, given it was Kyrahth; A’emi didn’t think the green was quite capable of not worrying about him, even if she usually showed it by telling him he was stupid.
I love you too, Kyr, A’emi replied dryly, and turned to K’sel to complain about Kyrahth. Since he was complaining about everything else, it seemed fitting. “She’s like—” Cut himself off with a blink. “Was that the wind? Okay, she’s literally driving me crazy. How long does a walk have to be to constitute as a walk and not as a failed attempt at a walk?” He’d been hoping, maybe, that if he kept running his mouth it would warm him up. Wasn’t working, more was the pity—but then, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? He felt Darkling shiver again, and he could see the glow of her eyes in his peripheral view, gleaming yellow in the darkness.
She wiggled against his neck, turning her glance briefly back towards K’sel, and whistled reproachfully at him. Hurry hurry hurry. Walk faster.