23.Jul.19, 02:09 PM
“Thank you, T’ryn, I will be sure to reach out. Bedith will be thrilled, of course. She loves being treated like a lady by such an exemplary bronze,” Rissa said, teasing her smug dragon about how vain she was. Bedith mentally huffed at her, but didn’t deny a word of it. She did enjoy how Syrendryth had stopped by to check in with her the turn before after their Flight. The fact that he brought her food when she was Sand-bound didn’t hurt at all. It only reinforced her belief that Syrendryth was better than any of the Telgar bronzes.
Mulrissa's mouth twitched into a smile at the way T’ryn insisted on taking the dishes. Wagging his finger at her as if she weren’t a number of turns older. She found it very amusing, really, and rather charming. “The dishes are all yours to take, dear,” she laughed, “I’m not going to refuse the chance to not have to leave my weyr.” They’d already taken care of the worst of the disarray from the Flight, which meant she could just focus on having a nice bath (hoorah for goldrider weyrs with their own bathing chambers!) and going to bed. She didn’t have enough energy for anything else.
’We’ll give you a nice bath again tomorrow,’ Mulrissa told Bedith, knowing her gold would want one after the exertions of the day. Too dark out to do it right then, and and there was no way Rissa would be able to scrub an entire, very large, gold dragon until after she’d slept a few hours.
She and T’ryn chatted a bit more, leisurely finishing the food that had been brought up. Rissa helped T’ryn collect all the dishes, stacking them securely back on the tray they’d come on — T’ryn didn’t need to deal with plates breaking on him when he was being polite in bringing them back at all — and let him go on his way, confirming that yes, he was expected the next morning for a ride, just have Syrendryth let Bedith know when they were on their way over. After he left, Mulrissa crept over to Bedith’s part of the weyr, peeking through the door to check on her dragon, who was still entwined with Syrendryth. Really, it was a good thing Mulrissa had claimed a weyr intended for a mated goldrider with children, otherwise Bedith and Syrendryth were likely to be quite cramped. As it was, they had plenty of space, and, sensing her rider’s presence, Bedith blinked one eye open to look at Mulrissa, briefly making eye contact before closing her eye again. Rissa grinned and quietly stepped back into the main room of her weyr.
Mulrissa's mouth twitched into a smile at the way T’ryn insisted on taking the dishes. Wagging his finger at her as if she weren’t a number of turns older. She found it very amusing, really, and rather charming. “The dishes are all yours to take, dear,” she laughed, “I’m not going to refuse the chance to not have to leave my weyr.” They’d already taken care of the worst of the disarray from the Flight, which meant she could just focus on having a nice bath (hoorah for goldrider weyrs with their own bathing chambers!) and going to bed. She didn’t have enough energy for anything else.
’We’ll give you a nice bath again tomorrow,’ Mulrissa told Bedith, knowing her gold would want one after the exertions of the day. Too dark out to do it right then, and and there was no way Rissa would be able to scrub an entire, very large, gold dragon until after she’d slept a few hours.
She and T’ryn chatted a bit more, leisurely finishing the food that had been brought up. Rissa helped T’ryn collect all the dishes, stacking them securely back on the tray they’d come on — T’ryn didn’t need to deal with plates breaking on him when he was being polite in bringing them back at all — and let him go on his way, confirming that yes, he was expected the next morning for a ride, just have Syrendryth let Bedith know when they were on their way over. After he left, Mulrissa crept over to Bedith’s part of the weyr, peeking through the door to check on her dragon, who was still entwined with Syrendryth. Really, it was a good thing Mulrissa had claimed a weyr intended for a mated goldrider with children, otherwise Bedith and Syrendryth were likely to be quite cramped. As it was, they had plenty of space, and, sensing her rider’s presence, Bedith blinked one eye open to look at Mulrissa, briefly making eye contact before closing her eye again. Rissa grinned and quietly stepped back into the main room of her weyr.