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30.Jul.12, 10:24 PM
The midday heat had passed and in its place was the Weyr’s reluctance to resume work. Nobody wanted to keep working in the stifling Southern heat, no doubt many were considering a nocturnal life if only to avoid it. Even a flash between offered no relief, the icy darkness biting into bare skin for mere seconds before the heat dug in again.
The breeze that blew off the lake was hot, just like the surface of the water. N’gelt frowned as he flicked his fingers in the lake, contemplating whether or not it was worth taking a dive. Experience told him that while the surface was hot, if you went deep enough it would cool you right off. Saquith was already exploring said cool underworld, rising only to the surface when he needed another lungful of air. N’gelt envied the beast, with such great lungs he could spend what seemed like an endless time underwater, avoiding all the disgusting waves of heat that the humans had to deal with.
His musings were interrupted when a blast of chilled air washed over him, the glimmering form of Ronarth winging overhead. Yanking his boots and socks off he tossed them into the boat that was anchored beside him while he waited for the Weyrleader to descend. When he did he gave the Bronzerider a courteous salute. Sure N’gelt didn’t like Bronzeriders, but he knew when to put that gripe to the side for more important things. ‘They’re here.’ He sent to Saquith. Seconds later the large Brown burst from the lake, sending a small wave up onto the shore.
Hello D’ren. Ronarth! Come swim, it’s much nicer underwater. Saquith bugled, gleefully inviting the Bronze to join him. While not usually an overly-social dragon, Saquith managed to escape his shell a little easier when Ronarth was about. Being just the two of them put him at ease, he definitely wasn’t one for large groups. Having greeted the Bronzepair he dove quickly back underwater, eager to escape the heat.
N’gelt shook his head as another wave rolled up around the boat, smiling ever so slightly. He gestured that D’ren should get into the boat first as he moved to untie the rope that anchored it. “Lovely weather, isn’t it?” He asked, rolling his eyes noticeably to accentuate his sarcasm. Once the Weyrleader was settled within the boat he gave it a small push to dislodge it, climbing in as it began to drift away. Giving a small sigh now that he was finally in the boat he picked up an oar and began to slowly paddle. ‘Don’t hit the boat, alright?’ He warned Saquith, sensing his growing excitement as he swam below.
“So Krypth has flown and was caught by a Brown.” N’gelt couldn’t keep the pride entirely out of his voice. Unlike S’kef, he believed that Browns were just as deserving of a Gold as a Bronze was. Whether or not it affected the clutch, he wasn’t so sure. The matter of gorging however... That was definitely an issue.
The breeze that blew off the lake was hot, just like the surface of the water. N’gelt frowned as he flicked his fingers in the lake, contemplating whether or not it was worth taking a dive. Experience told him that while the surface was hot, if you went deep enough it would cool you right off. Saquith was already exploring said cool underworld, rising only to the surface when he needed another lungful of air. N’gelt envied the beast, with such great lungs he could spend what seemed like an endless time underwater, avoiding all the disgusting waves of heat that the humans had to deal with.
His musings were interrupted when a blast of chilled air washed over him, the glimmering form of Ronarth winging overhead. Yanking his boots and socks off he tossed them into the boat that was anchored beside him while he waited for the Weyrleader to descend. When he did he gave the Bronzerider a courteous salute. Sure N’gelt didn’t like Bronzeriders, but he knew when to put that gripe to the side for more important things. ‘They’re here.’ He sent to Saquith. Seconds later the large Brown burst from the lake, sending a small wave up onto the shore.
Hello D’ren. Ronarth! Come swim, it’s much nicer underwater. Saquith bugled, gleefully inviting the Bronze to join him. While not usually an overly-social dragon, Saquith managed to escape his shell a little easier when Ronarth was about. Being just the two of them put him at ease, he definitely wasn’t one for large groups. Having greeted the Bronzepair he dove quickly back underwater, eager to escape the heat.
N’gelt shook his head as another wave rolled up around the boat, smiling ever so slightly. He gestured that D’ren should get into the boat first as he moved to untie the rope that anchored it. “Lovely weather, isn’t it?” He asked, rolling his eyes noticeably to accentuate his sarcasm. Once the Weyrleader was settled within the boat he gave it a small push to dislodge it, climbing in as it began to drift away. Giving a small sigh now that he was finally in the boat he picked up an oar and began to slowly paddle. ‘Don’t hit the boat, alright?’ He warned Saquith, sensing his growing excitement as he swam below.
“So Krypth has flown and was caught by a Brown.” N’gelt couldn’t keep the pride entirely out of his voice. Unlike S’kef, he believed that Browns were just as deserving of a Gold as a Bronze was. Whether or not it affected the clutch, he wasn’t so sure. The matter of gorging however... That was definitely an issue.
