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30.Mar.13, 10:50 PM
C'vir was finally enjoying the weather. Autumn was slowly fading out, mercifully taking with it some of the summer's insufferable humidity. The changing seasons also meant that the rider and his brown were less likely to get caught in one of the south's harrowing storms when they chose to venture outside of Katila proper, as they had that afternoon. The lake was the perfect daytime destination; even Besulth, with his general aversion to being near water, had agreed that sunshine and fresh air belonged on their agenda.
The large brown stayed far back from the lake's edges, wings spread to catch the sun, watching his rider pace along the shore. C'vir had taken off his shoes and was wandering with his toes in the water, trying (and failing) to think of nothing but the enchantingly blue sky. The growing tension within the weyr's leadership hadn't gone unnoticed by the brownrider -- it was the topic of much speculation and it was setting him on edge. Things were always brewing just beneath the surface in Katila. There had been constant struggle since they'd arrived in the south, with rebellion either tightly reined in or right around the corner and the merits of some ranker or another constantly in question. For him, as for others, that kind of instability meant opportunity. Opportunity he didn't feel ready to seize.
You're brooding, Besulth injected, lazy but stern. We're here to relax, in case you'd forgotten. You'll have plenty of time to be contemplative later. For now, you have two choices: oil me, or I'll be forced to find us some friends to play with.
Caught between a smile and groan, C'vir accepted the dragon's mild reprimand without argument. No no, we don't need anyone to "play" with. I'll oil you and pretend I have no other concerns.
You shouldn't! Oiling me properly is concern enough.
You're right about that, bloody overgrown beast.
Besulth crooned softly, welcoming his rider to his side. The brown hoped that the man would relax, appreciate the pleasant day, and let all be right with the world, if only for the moment.
The large brown stayed far back from the lake's edges, wings spread to catch the sun, watching his rider pace along the shore. C'vir had taken off his shoes and was wandering with his toes in the water, trying (and failing) to think of nothing but the enchantingly blue sky. The growing tension within the weyr's leadership hadn't gone unnoticed by the brownrider -- it was the topic of much speculation and it was setting him on edge. Things were always brewing just beneath the surface in Katila. There had been constant struggle since they'd arrived in the south, with rebellion either tightly reined in or right around the corner and the merits of some ranker or another constantly in question. For him, as for others, that kind of instability meant opportunity. Opportunity he didn't feel ready to seize.
You're brooding, Besulth injected, lazy but stern. We're here to relax, in case you'd forgotten. You'll have plenty of time to be contemplative later. For now, you have two choices: oil me, or I'll be forced to find us some friends to play with.
Caught between a smile and groan, C'vir accepted the dragon's mild reprimand without argument. No no, we don't need anyone to "play" with. I'll oil you and pretend I have no other concerns.
You shouldn't! Oiling me properly is concern enough.
You're right about that, bloody overgrown beast.
Besulth crooned softly, welcoming his rider to his side. The brown hoped that the man would relax, appreciate the pleasant day, and let all be right with the world, if only for the moment.
