07.Mar.21, 06:17 PM
Wide eyes followed K'dar's facial movements as he seemed to consider her question, only occasionally darting to Tiberuth, she wished impossibly that she could talk to the dragon... but that was unthinkable, and she settled for listening to K'dar speak. Haunted? She'd heard that superstition once or twice, but since the teaching songs had nothing about between being haunted, Rakka hadn't put much store into it.
That was, until how emphatic K'dar was about it not being haunted. Her eyes rolled slightly to the side, an extremely disrespectful gesture towards an older person, and a dragonrider... though could he really be that much older than herself? She peered at him suspiciously.
Finally he got to the good stuff, the nothing, the emptiness... but... that was it? A pouting frown sprouted on her lips, and she looked at him, cold and empty? That was it? She had somehow expected more... something interesting but the reality was boring. The wind picked up again, blowing her heavy skirt around her legs, and her hair back into her face.
She spluttered in annoyance, brushing vainly at the hair which clung to her face, in her nose and mouth. Stupid hair, she wanted to cut it all off right now. If she had a belt knife she might have done it. Sticking her tongue out several times in an attempt to get the hair out of her mouth, she looked over at Tiberuth.
"Does he ever get lonely? With you doing other things?" She sort of understood that riders didn't always ride their dragons... though the idea of a Dragonrider doing something other than flying was a foreign one to her... the idea that this man fished was also foreign to her. But she posed the question emboldened by their previous conversation. She may not be as bold if she talked to a different rider, but... that probably wouldn't happen.
Many holders never really met or talked to a Dragonrider once in their lives, she couldn't expect to speak to one twice or thrice, now could she. That would be preposterous. She stuck out her tongue again, hair still seeming to cling to it, and ungracefully plucked the offending hair from her tongue with her slender white fingers.
That was, until how emphatic K'dar was about it not being haunted. Her eyes rolled slightly to the side, an extremely disrespectful gesture towards an older person, and a dragonrider... though could he really be that much older than herself? She peered at him suspiciously.
Finally he got to the good stuff, the nothing, the emptiness... but... that was it? A pouting frown sprouted on her lips, and she looked at him, cold and empty? That was it? She had somehow expected more... something interesting but the reality was boring. The wind picked up again, blowing her heavy skirt around her legs, and her hair back into her face.
She spluttered in annoyance, brushing vainly at the hair which clung to her face, in her nose and mouth. Stupid hair, she wanted to cut it all off right now. If she had a belt knife she might have done it. Sticking her tongue out several times in an attempt to get the hair out of her mouth, she looked over at Tiberuth.
"Does he ever get lonely? With you doing other things?" She sort of understood that riders didn't always ride their dragons... though the idea of a Dragonrider doing something other than flying was a foreign one to her... the idea that this man fished was also foreign to her. But she posed the question emboldened by their previous conversation. She may not be as bold if she talked to a different rider, but... that probably wouldn't happen.
Many holders never really met or talked to a Dragonrider once in their lives, she couldn't expect to speak to one twice or thrice, now could she. That would be preposterous. She stuck out her tongue again, hair still seeming to cling to it, and ungracefully plucked the offending hair from her tongue with her slender white fingers.