25.Aug.12, 08:29 AM
Aparicus had spent the morning as she always did, busy at work in her spice garden, picking what needed to be dried for the kitchens and tending what didn’t. She always made sure to have more than enough available and treated it almost like a game of balances. Keep enough dried and ready for the kitchens, but not so much that more wouldn’t grow. Her lunch time, however, was spent outside picking flowers again and weaving the little circlets that she loved to leave outside the crèche for the Weyrbrats. They were always happy to find them and Aparicus loved to see them smile.
On her way to hide the circlets hanging from one arm with a smile of her own on her face, she caught herself walking past the Hatching Sands. She hesitated at first – She loved to talk to greens and even some blues, but she had never been brave enough to talk to a gold. Perhaps it was the fear their flights provoked in her, but memory of that recent flight reminded her that their might be eggs on the sands. She had been able to see the last hatching and while the mauling of the little Weyrbrat had panicked her, she couldn’t help but see the baby dragon’s as little babies themselves and the magic of them finding their rider… It did wonders to heal the fear quickly, though it left her with food for thought the rest of the Turn.
Deciding she didn’t have to talk to anybody to see if eggs were inside, she tip toed up toward the huge open door meant for the dragons and eased her face around the corner, her wide-brimmed hat falling off as she attempted to see into the darker area.
“Oh odd-bobs.” She muttered softly as she bent to pick up the hat and put it on her head once more. There were eggs inside, but that queen was there too – and looking right at her. “Time to go, don’t want to anger nobody.” She added softly before trying to keep from running past the rest of the huge entrance to the other side. She was in perfect view as she crossed that expanse and the last thing she wanted was anyone to pick up on the fear she had felt when she realized the gold dragon had been staring right back at her. She barely managed to keep at a brisk walk rather than a full out sprint.
[sub]Hope you don't mind me saying that your gold dragon was looking in her direction. If so, let me know and I'll adjust it. <3[/sub]
On her way to hide the circlets hanging from one arm with a smile of her own on her face, she caught herself walking past the Hatching Sands. She hesitated at first – She loved to talk to greens and even some blues, but she had never been brave enough to talk to a gold. Perhaps it was the fear their flights provoked in her, but memory of that recent flight reminded her that their might be eggs on the sands. She had been able to see the last hatching and while the mauling of the little Weyrbrat had panicked her, she couldn’t help but see the baby dragon’s as little babies themselves and the magic of them finding their rider… It did wonders to heal the fear quickly, though it left her with food for thought the rest of the Turn.
Deciding she didn’t have to talk to anybody to see if eggs were inside, she tip toed up toward the huge open door meant for the dragons and eased her face around the corner, her wide-brimmed hat falling off as she attempted to see into the darker area.
“Oh odd-bobs.” She muttered softly as she bent to pick up the hat and put it on her head once more. There were eggs inside, but that queen was there too – and looking right at her. “Time to go, don’t want to anger nobody.” She added softly before trying to keep from running past the rest of the huge entrance to the other side. She was in perfect view as she crossed that expanse and the last thing she wanted was anyone to pick up on the fear she had felt when she realized the gold dragon had been staring right back at her. She barely managed to keep at a brisk walk rather than a full out sprint.
[sub]Hope you don't mind me saying that your gold dragon was looking in her direction. If so, let me know and I'll adjust it. <3[/sub]