18.Apr.18, 12:51 AM
The Weyr’s archives had lots of interesting records, and Sh’dar periodically would borrow a tome or two to bring back to his weyr to peruse at his discretion. It was, perhaps, not totally allowed but no one had ever stopped him, and it’s not like he was hiding it. So, Sh’dar kept up the habit, and today he was reading a journal of a former Weyrleader that had been left at the back of a shelf. The man in question was frankly rather boring, but even so, everything was worth reading in Sh’dar’s mind. Still, it wasn’t exactly engrossing material so when Adraith started stirring his attention instantaneously snapped to his dragon. He could feel the tendrils of warmth and interest creeping through their bond, familiar after so many years together.
’Unless it’s a maiden Flight, I assume it’s Okalinth?’ Sh’dar asked, looking around for something to mark his place in the book. He didn’t want to leave an older book open for too long, he wasn’t sure the spine could take it. Adraith’s confirmation washed over him with the rest of the Flight lust, swirling through his senses.
Is that alright? Adraith asked, shifting around in preparation to stand.
’Of course it’s alright.’ He reassured, sending Adraith encouragement. The little bronze had been a bit hesitant about entering Flights in recent turns, ever since Sh’dar had been injured in the Landslide. It had been turns since he’s been declared fit, but Adraith still worried. Silly beast. He should have his fun. There were hardly enough Flying golds at Telgar for him to squander opportunities. Adraith didn’t have much interest in greens; felt they were not enough of a challenge, especially now that half of them were bigger than he was. The rare green he chased was usually by request of the green herself. Adraith could never say no when asked personally. Still, today Adraith hesitated.
’Go on,’ Sh’dar insisted, standing up to get ready to leave the weyr. “Get going, lazy thing.” He called aloud, checking to make sure he had nothing important on his person. Adraith snorted, and within a few heartbeats had swooped out of the weyr towards his prize. With a grin, Sh’dar left the weyr and headed toward where he knew he could find Kahleena, as Adraith’s lust grew from a soft warmth to a blazing fire.
’Unless it’s a maiden Flight, I assume it’s Okalinth?’ Sh’dar asked, looking around for something to mark his place in the book. He didn’t want to leave an older book open for too long, he wasn’t sure the spine could take it. Adraith’s confirmation washed over him with the rest of the Flight lust, swirling through his senses.
Is that alright? Adraith asked, shifting around in preparation to stand.
’Of course it’s alright.’ He reassured, sending Adraith encouragement. The little bronze had been a bit hesitant about entering Flights in recent turns, ever since Sh’dar had been injured in the Landslide. It had been turns since he’s been declared fit, but Adraith still worried. Silly beast. He should have his fun. There were hardly enough Flying golds at Telgar for him to squander opportunities. Adraith didn’t have much interest in greens; felt they were not enough of a challenge, especially now that half of them were bigger than he was. The rare green he chased was usually by request of the green herself. Adraith could never say no when asked personally. Still, today Adraith hesitated.
’Go on,’ Sh’dar insisted, standing up to get ready to leave the weyr. “Get going, lazy thing.” He called aloud, checking to make sure he had nothing important on his person. Adraith snorted, and within a few heartbeats had swooped out of the weyr towards his prize. With a grin, Sh’dar left the weyr and headed toward where he knew he could find Kahleena, as Adraith’s lust grew from a soft warmth to a blazing fire.