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28.Nov.20, 06:48 AM
She hadn’t expected Erebuth to be so chatty but as he continued on, Vessaelia smiled more. He really was a dear, just as B’kit said. She was close to just sitting down beside the dragon and spending the visit with him, figuring she could properly catch up with B’kit another time but that would be rude and there was plenty of time that day to visit with both of them. “I will happily listen to any stories you have, Erebuth. I’m not that great at telling them but I’ll do my best for you. I’ll have to think about which one to start with. For now, you enjoy the sun with Tiath and see if you can get her to loosen up.”
One more smile for Erebuth and Vessaelia spun back around on B’kit with an eyebrow raised. “Really? You’re holding out on stories about you and J’shom? You better make that up to me by sharing all the juicy details. But in a moment. I brought gifts and I don’t want to forget.” Only the fact that she was still wearing the bag reminded her of them. No doubt she would have realised when she returned to Telgar, having been so overwhelmed by the reunion.
The first item she pulled out of her bag was a blue dragon plushie she had made. She loved sewing and creating the dolls for kids in the crèche had become a hobby of hers over the last few years but she had never given one to a friend. This one was a bit larger than what she made for the children and it was, of course, in dark blue to be a little version of Erebuth. She presented it to B’kit, almost shyly, waiting for him to accept it and admit that it was one of her creations. “I made this out of the same fabric,” she quickly added, pulling free of the bag a long strip of fabric she had cleaned up the edges on to be used to pull back hair. “I’m glad you still haven’t followed through with your threats to shave off your hair. I’ve always loved when it was longer.”
Blushing, she turned back to Erebuth, apologising again, “sorry to bother you again, but I got you something as well. I had it commissioned from a lovely woman, Zahrah. I’m not sure if you ever met her while she lived here but she’s in Benden Weyr now.” Carefully, Vessaelia pulled out another item, this one wrapped protectively in a thick cloth. Removing the cloth, she presented the glowstone lamp made in a colourful mosaic of glass. In one of their letters, B’kit had mentioned night time was sometimes an issue as Erebuth didn’t seem fond of the dark. She was sure they had little glow lamps already but she’d always loved the items Zahrah created with colourful shards of glass and asked to have this one created. “So you will always have a rainbow within reach.”
One more smile for Erebuth and Vessaelia spun back around on B’kit with an eyebrow raised. “Really? You’re holding out on stories about you and J’shom? You better make that up to me by sharing all the juicy details. But in a moment. I brought gifts and I don’t want to forget.” Only the fact that she was still wearing the bag reminded her of them. No doubt she would have realised when she returned to Telgar, having been so overwhelmed by the reunion.
The first item she pulled out of her bag was a blue dragon plushie she had made. She loved sewing and creating the dolls for kids in the crèche had become a hobby of hers over the last few years but she had never given one to a friend. This one was a bit larger than what she made for the children and it was, of course, in dark blue to be a little version of Erebuth. She presented it to B’kit, almost shyly, waiting for him to accept it and admit that it was one of her creations. “I made this out of the same fabric,” she quickly added, pulling free of the bag a long strip of fabric she had cleaned up the edges on to be used to pull back hair. “I’m glad you still haven’t followed through with your threats to shave off your hair. I’ve always loved when it was longer.”
Blushing, she turned back to Erebuth, apologising again, “sorry to bother you again, but I got you something as well. I had it commissioned from a lovely woman, Zahrah. I’m not sure if you ever met her while she lived here but she’s in Benden Weyr now.” Carefully, Vessaelia pulled out another item, this one wrapped protectively in a thick cloth. Removing the cloth, she presented the glowstone lamp made in a colourful mosaic of glass. In one of their letters, B’kit had mentioned night time was sometimes an issue as Erebuth didn’t seem fond of the dark. She was sure they had little glow lamps already but she’d always loved the items Zahrah created with colourful shards of glass and asked to have this one created. “So you will always have a rainbow within reach.”
