08.Nov.12, 08:54 PM
A Pistoth spoke again, Jisralna swung around, dimpled grin in place once more as she tilted her head slightly, observing him. She’d never in her life imagined a blue so pale; it almost looked as if he should be cold like snow but when Echlerov gave her a few pointers she lurched forward, her hand coming up, fingers splayed. When her hand connected with the pale hide she found it warm and slightly rough to the touch. Unadulterated wonder flooded her as she stood there for a moment, oblivious for the moment to the bluerider’s presence as she slowly slid her fingers over Pistoth’s nose.
“Pern should never be without dragons.” She all but whispered to no one in particular; heartfelt words that slipped past her lips.
“Pern should never be without dragons.” She all but whispered to no one in particular; heartfelt words that slipped past her lips.