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27.Oct.17, 06:41 PM
Oenthi considered An'tell's question but before she could answer, R'nya distracted her. He was leaving them to return to his work. It must be hard being the leaders of the Weyr. Truthfully, Oenthi was glad she was one of the younger goldriders in Fort. It meant she was near the bottom of the hierarchy in terms of being the next Weyrwoman. If she could have it her way, R'nya and Rhaedalyn would never need to be replaced. Verchaylth might be unhappy, if she ever developed a desire to be senior gold, with her complacency. "It was a pleasure sir," she responded and then listened to his advice. She was grateful that he didn't divulge too much information with An'tell around. "I definitely will when we both have some free time," she answered to the Weyrleader and then smiled slightly. As he nodded to her, she did the same to reply to his departure and then let out a soft sigh. Everyone was definitely not as lucky as her today.
You did bring your oiling stuff, yes?
Just a small pot of oil, I do hope you're not entirely itchy. Or that means I've been neglecting you.
I only have spots that are itchy.
The goldrider was glad for that. It took a bucket or more of oil to completely tend to Verchaylth's hide. Oenthi stretched her arms and legs out and stood up, "I do not get the chance to travel from the Weyr very often, An'tell." She finally responded to his question about going to the hold. "Something about Verchaylth needing to stay close to the Weyr," she shrugged her shoulders and gave An'tell a chuckle. Who knew when the gold would rise to mate and it could be disastrous if she were close to another Weyr's golds. Oenthi walked to some of her belongings that were located behind them and found the oil pot. She then made her way to her gold and stroked Verchaylth's eyelid in which a low rumble emitted from the gold. Such a weyrling at times, she chuckled. Where do you itch? Verchaylth gave her the spots that itched the most and Oenthi began to tackle the problem areas.
The gold's attention was on the bronze while getting oiled down. We were given one of the smaller weyrs for golds. It was cozy enough for me. Oenthi is tiny as am I. The gold crooned slightly when her rider hit a bothersome spot with the oil. She deliberately decided to ignore the conversation about water. The gold wasn't fond of wet hide nor the cold that came with it so she avoided water as much as she could. The subject was rather boring too because of that disinterest in it to her. So she decided to skip over it.
You did bring your oiling stuff, yes?
Just a small pot of oil, I do hope you're not entirely itchy. Or that means I've been neglecting you.
I only have spots that are itchy.
The goldrider was glad for that. It took a bucket or more of oil to completely tend to Verchaylth's hide. Oenthi stretched her arms and legs out and stood up, "I do not get the chance to travel from the Weyr very often, An'tell." She finally responded to his question about going to the hold. "Something about Verchaylth needing to stay close to the Weyr," she shrugged her shoulders and gave An'tell a chuckle. Who knew when the gold would rise to mate and it could be disastrous if she were close to another Weyr's golds. Oenthi walked to some of her belongings that were located behind them and found the oil pot. She then made her way to her gold and stroked Verchaylth's eyelid in which a low rumble emitted from the gold. Such a weyrling at times, she chuckled. Where do you itch? Verchaylth gave her the spots that itched the most and Oenthi began to tackle the problem areas.
The gold's attention was on the bronze while getting oiled down. We were given one of the smaller weyrs for golds. It was cozy enough for me. Oenthi is tiny as am I. The gold crooned slightly when her rider hit a bothersome spot with the oil. She deliberately decided to ignore the conversation about water. The gold wasn't fond of wet hide nor the cold that came with it so she avoided water as much as she could. The subject was rather boring too because of that disinterest in it to her. So she decided to skip over it.
