28.Jun.13, 02:22 PM
Today was an important day. Today was in fact a day of celebration and joy and fun. However, that didn't stop Casa from feeling down. After all, today was her birthday. She turned 13 Turns today...and yet here she was in the gardens, all alone. She knew that she couldn't expect the Weyr to come to a stand still because it was her birthday, but...she would have liked to have spent the day in the company of someone. However, most of her friends seemed to be otherwise occupied with chores or work. Her father likewise was probably busy with dragonrider business; she knew better than to bother him most days, even if she did want to see him.
Still...what was a birthday on its own, especially this one? She was all but on her way to be an adult! Sighing, she wandered out towards the edges of the Weyr at a slow and meandering pace. At least she had been given a little bit of leeway in chores, and had managed to get them all done fairly early in the day. She had been sent off with a half-hearted request that she bring in any fresh flowers or herbs from the gardens, so off she'd gone towards the farms to see what was growing.
Luckily, she mused, it was warm out. As she approached the flowers growing along the edges of the holding pens for the feeder beasts, her senses were assaulted with the fresh smells of dirt and growing things, and she flopped down, inhaling deeply. She loved the smell of the growing plants, and she had a good view of anyone or anything that decided it was a good time to come out and feed while she idly played with the blossoms that had started to grow along the sides of the big open space.
Still...what was a birthday on its own, especially this one? She was all but on her way to be an adult! Sighing, she wandered out towards the edges of the Weyr at a slow and meandering pace. At least she had been given a little bit of leeway in chores, and had managed to get them all done fairly early in the day. She had been sent off with a half-hearted request that she bring in any fresh flowers or herbs from the gardens, so off she'd gone towards the farms to see what was growing.
Luckily, she mused, it was warm out. As she approached the flowers growing along the edges of the holding pens for the feeder beasts, her senses were assaulted with the fresh smells of dirt and growing things, and she flopped down, inhaling deeply. She loved the smell of the growing plants, and she had a good view of anyone or anything that decided it was a good time to come out and feed while she idly played with the blossoms that had started to grow along the sides of the big open space.