24.Nov.20, 01:56 PM
Vessaelia had been a horrible friend. Again. Since reconnecting with Beckitt over a year ago at a Gather, they hadn’t really kept in touch. A lot of that could be blamed on her friend Impressing to a sickly dragon that needed a lot of attention and care and she didn’t want to bother him. That turned into her fretting too much about the pair, especially when the rumours came swirling around and she never found herself going down to Ista. But bless B’kit’s pure soul for he eventually reached out and they started writing letters regularly and finally, she had given in and agreed to visit.
B’kit had said he understood her hesitance but Vessaelia still worried she had hurt his feelings. To start making up for it, she had made rider and dragon some gifts that she now had safely tucked away in a bag that was slung across her body. But as Tiath knelt to let her climb up, Vessaelia started pacing while chewing her lower lip and wringing her hands. He is your friend and would not keep asking you to visit if he did not want you there or was mad you have not come sooner.
“I know! But he’s a lot more sensitive than he lets on and I worry my selfishness once again hurt him.” But delaying wouldn’t solve anything so Vessaelia soon mounted up, checking everything over once more, and gave word she was ready. She cleared her mind of all the fears clinging to her and focused on the Ista point they had been trained in back in the weyrling days. A deep breath later and they were between and soon emerging in the warmth of Ista in the autumn which felt like summer after the journey.
He said their weyr was in that direction and they would be waiting on the ledge for—oh! There he is! Vessaelia smiled when she spotted the familiar form of her friend with a dragon of the perfect shade of blue like B’kit had described sitting beside him. They glided down to land on the open area and Vessaelia scrambled down to throw herself at B’kit for a large hug.
“I am so sorry I didn’t come sooner! I never realise how much I miss you until I see you again,” she gave a nervous laugh, still mad at herself for avoiding him and anyone outside of Telgar Weyr if she was being honest, but she was glad to have finally made a trip. “And that must be Erebuth?” She asked, peeking around B’kit to get a better look at the dragon.
B’kit had said he understood her hesitance but Vessaelia still worried she had hurt his feelings. To start making up for it, she had made rider and dragon some gifts that she now had safely tucked away in a bag that was slung across her body. But as Tiath knelt to let her climb up, Vessaelia started pacing while chewing her lower lip and wringing her hands. He is your friend and would not keep asking you to visit if he did not want you there or was mad you have not come sooner.
“I know! But he’s a lot more sensitive than he lets on and I worry my selfishness once again hurt him.” But delaying wouldn’t solve anything so Vessaelia soon mounted up, checking everything over once more, and gave word she was ready. She cleared her mind of all the fears clinging to her and focused on the Ista point they had been trained in back in the weyrling days. A deep breath later and they were between and soon emerging in the warmth of Ista in the autumn which felt like summer after the journey.
He said their weyr was in that direction and they would be waiting on the ledge for—oh! There he is! Vessaelia smiled when she spotted the familiar form of her friend with a dragon of the perfect shade of blue like B’kit had described sitting beside him. They glided down to land on the open area and Vessaelia scrambled down to throw herself at B’kit for a large hug.
“I am so sorry I didn’t come sooner! I never realise how much I miss you until I see you again,” she gave a nervous laugh, still mad at herself for avoiding him and anyone outside of Telgar Weyr if she was being honest, but she was glad to have finally made a trip. “And that must be Erebuth?” She asked, peeking around B’kit to get a better look at the dragon.