Post by rii on May 28, 2010 13:59:25 GMT -5
After gathering up the last of the remaining items (Erilena's wet clothes for one) R'ven walked up to Trilaranth, the brown extending a wing to shield from the drizzling rain, and watched the green pair take to the skies. He gave a small wave of hand, watching until the two were a good distance away before turning his attention to his brown. It was a silent conversation that ensued, a battle of wills between rider and dragon. Trilaranth, for as much as he humored greens, didn't care for the act of letting them assuming the wrong things about him. He was swift to correct that line of thinking regardless of how rude it might come out or the feelings he trampled.
Sometimes, Tril, it was better to not make much ado about nothing.
The brown grumbled as they walked along the edge of the trees, the wet grass slick under R'ven sandaled feet. They continued like this in quiet conversation until the feeding pens were reached. Here the pair parted, the brown leaping into the sky to heavily come down on the nearest herdbeast. The beast's cry that followed made the smith wince, but he turned his gaze aside and headed up the path toward the weyr without his rain cover. Behind the animals calls of anguish could still be heard as Trilaranth feasted without first putting an end to the beast's life.
With hands deep into the pockets of his shorts, R'ven rounded his shoulder to ward off the chill of rain. The walk to his weyr was slow. It came as no surprise when he saw Feyrianth on the ledge. He offered her a nod before shuffling into his weyr. Where was – oh there, on the bed. R'ven snagged a meatroll off the table, sticking it a quarter way into his mouth before padding over to his dresser to retrieve dry clothing.
Ca'tauri, having depleted Erilena of food, quickly abandoned the girl in favor of bother her master. Her paws found the side of his knee as she lifted herself up, batting at the meat dangling from R'ven's mouth. She emitted a demanding meow, which in turn drew a similar answering nose from R'ven. This 'conversation' continued as R'ven set out a dry set of clothing then sought out a clean towel to dry off. "Do you know when felines start having kittens?"
A seemingly random question voiced as R'ven changed just out of Erilena's immediate sight. She had already seen everything anyway, on more than one occasion, but that didn't change hold-bred habits. Wet clothes (his and hers) were tossed into the laundry basket before R'ven made his way over to the lounging green weyrling – Ca'tauri hot on his heels. He noted her skirt with a distant amusement of Erilena too had yet to change the little things. Most women of the weyr, riders at least, wore pants. He wasn't complaining however. "I don't know how old Ca'tauri.. I swear just a few weeks ago she could fit in one hand."
Sometimes, Tril, it was better to not make much ado about nothing.
The brown grumbled as they walked along the edge of the trees, the wet grass slick under R'ven sandaled feet. They continued like this in quiet conversation until the feeding pens were reached. Here the pair parted, the brown leaping into the sky to heavily come down on the nearest herdbeast. The beast's cry that followed made the smith wince, but he turned his gaze aside and headed up the path toward the weyr without his rain cover. Behind the animals calls of anguish could still be heard as Trilaranth feasted without first putting an end to the beast's life.
With hands deep into the pockets of his shorts, R'ven rounded his shoulder to ward off the chill of rain. The walk to his weyr was slow. It came as no surprise when he saw Feyrianth on the ledge. He offered her a nod before shuffling into his weyr. Where was – oh there, on the bed. R'ven snagged a meatroll off the table, sticking it a quarter way into his mouth before padding over to his dresser to retrieve dry clothing.
Ca'tauri, having depleted Erilena of food, quickly abandoned the girl in favor of bother her master. Her paws found the side of his knee as she lifted herself up, batting at the meat dangling from R'ven's mouth. She emitted a demanding meow, which in turn drew a similar answering nose from R'ven. This 'conversation' continued as R'ven set out a dry set of clothing then sought out a clean towel to dry off. "Do you know when felines start having kittens?"
A seemingly random question voiced as R'ven changed just out of Erilena's immediate sight. She had already seen everything anyway, on more than one occasion, but that didn't change hold-bred habits. Wet clothes (his and hers) were tossed into the laundry basket before R'ven made his way over to the lounging green weyrling – Ca'tauri hot on his heels. He noted her skirt with a distant amusement of Erilena too had yet to change the little things. Most women of the weyr, riders at least, wore pants. He wasn't complaining however. "I don't know how old Ca'tauri.. I swear just a few weeks ago she could fit in one hand."