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08.Nov.17, 03:38 PM
Oenthi listened to the bronzerider as she oiled the last spot on her gold's hide. As she finished up the last spot on Verchaylth's hide that was bothering her, she sighed in relief and the gold crooned in response. Cleaning up her mess, Oenthi then turned to the bronzerider and thought on her response for a brief second, "I think, at least seeing you for just a moment would be enough for them. Knowing how you are and where you are," she started and then looked at the Weyr's walls. "Riding bronze allows you to go anywhere you'd like. Its not so simple as a goldrider. I think if I had the chance to see my sister, I'd take it." she finished and then brought her gaze back to An'tell and gave him a smile.
"We all have duties to our dragons, our weyr, and Pern, but we also have duties to ourselves. If seeing them would make you happy then I think its a duty to yourself to see them," she added and then stroked Verchaylth's eyelid again. Perhaps she should inquire about her sister's whereabouts. She couldn't still be at the farmlands or could she? Oenthi sighed slightly and leaned against Verchaylth's head for support. A breeze knocked the goldrider out of her thoughts and she shivered in response to the cool wind. "Looks like its getting darker and colder. I think we shall retire before it gets too much colder. It was a pleasure meeting you An'tell," Oenthi said and packed up her belongings. She mounted Verchaylth with ease, the gold using her forearm to lift Oenthi high enough to where she could climb up onto her neck.
The gold stood up and stretched out her wings and legs, also not wanting to be caught in the cooling night's weather. As are we. Telgar was getting a bit too cramped for us. I believe we are happy here, and as long as my rider is happy then so am I. The gold rumbled a good bye to Erinath and lifted into the air. Good night Erinath, I'm sure our riders will get to talk again. Feel free to reach out to me if you'd ever like to talk. The gold loved any sort of attention from the males and small talk was a form of that. Verchaylth could be a social butterfly like her rider if she wanted to be. Oenthi and Verchaylth then rose higher up into the sky and circled around their weyr, before landing on Verchaylth's ledge and disappearing.
(Feel free to respond to them. I think this thread is completed.)
"We all have duties to our dragons, our weyr, and Pern, but we also have duties to ourselves. If seeing them would make you happy then I think its a duty to yourself to see them," she added and then stroked Verchaylth's eyelid again. Perhaps she should inquire about her sister's whereabouts. She couldn't still be at the farmlands or could she? Oenthi sighed slightly and leaned against Verchaylth's head for support. A breeze knocked the goldrider out of her thoughts and she shivered in response to the cool wind. "Looks like its getting darker and colder. I think we shall retire before it gets too much colder. It was a pleasure meeting you An'tell," Oenthi said and packed up her belongings. She mounted Verchaylth with ease, the gold using her forearm to lift Oenthi high enough to where she could climb up onto her neck.
The gold stood up and stretched out her wings and legs, also not wanting to be caught in the cooling night's weather. As are we. Telgar was getting a bit too cramped for us. I believe we are happy here, and as long as my rider is happy then so am I. The gold rumbled a good bye to Erinath and lifted into the air. Good night Erinath, I'm sure our riders will get to talk again. Feel free to reach out to me if you'd ever like to talk. The gold loved any sort of attention from the males and small talk was a form of that. Verchaylth could be a social butterfly like her rider if she wanted to be. Oenthi and Verchaylth then rose higher up into the sky and circled around their weyr, before landing on Verchaylth's ledge and disappearing.
(Feel free to respond to them. I think this thread is completed.)
