02.Mar.21, 01:28 AM
Rakka's attention was divided, there was a nice seeming Dragonrider asking questions of her, and yet, the imposing image of the dragon nearly blocking the sunlight. She parted her lips and let out a silvery laugh of delight. She, Rakka of Greenfields was nearly close enough to a dragon to touch it... she was talking to a Dragonrider it was nearly too much for her, but as she breathed deeply, as she'd learned from past faux pas to calm herself down somewhat, she listened to K'dar, though her gaze more often than not strayed towards the shiny creature instead. A bronze dragon, and a Dragonrider here to... fish?
She didn't know that Dragonriders fished, though she supposed that they had to have some... things they did. She remembered fishing herself, with her uncle. As a child she'd loved it, in part, because Takla had hated it, but now... she was ambivalent, fish were gross and sticky, until cooked, then they were moist, succulent and delicious, she did like fish. "There should be just enough room, though I think it'll be a tight squeeze." How accurate were dragons at landing? She asked herself as she looked between rider and dragon. "Is his name Tiber? That doesn't sound like any of the names in the songs..." She sounded disappointed as she heard K'dar speak of his dragon as though it were any common weyrfolk.
"Yes, I can take you." She finally decided. Neither of her parents could have any qualms with her showing kindness and hospitality to a dragonman after all... and oh, wouldn't her older brothers be amazed that little weak Rakka had spent... however much time she would end up spending with this Dragonrider... "It's thataway." She pointed dramatically towards a copse of trees in the distance. A gust of wind picked up and blew her hair undramatically into her face, mostly her eyes and mouth, and with some spitting, sputtering, and waving of her hands, she managed to get it under control, served her right for not plaiting it properly before she headed down here.
She didn't know that Dragonriders fished, though she supposed that they had to have some... things they did. She remembered fishing herself, with her uncle. As a child she'd loved it, in part, because Takla had hated it, but now... she was ambivalent, fish were gross and sticky, until cooked, then they were moist, succulent and delicious, she did like fish. "There should be just enough room, though I think it'll be a tight squeeze." How accurate were dragons at landing? She asked herself as she looked between rider and dragon. "Is his name Tiber? That doesn't sound like any of the names in the songs..." She sounded disappointed as she heard K'dar speak of his dragon as though it were any common weyrfolk.
"Yes, I can take you." She finally decided. Neither of her parents could have any qualms with her showing kindness and hospitality to a dragonman after all... and oh, wouldn't her older brothers be amazed that little weak Rakka had spent... however much time she would end up spending with this Dragonrider... "It's thataway." She pointed dramatically towards a copse of trees in the distance. A gust of wind picked up and blew her hair undramatically into her face, mostly her eyes and mouth, and with some spitting, sputtering, and waving of her hands, she managed to get it under control, served her right for not plaiting it properly before she headed down here.