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09.Sep.13, 12:52 AM
“Right,” V’riy said with a nod of his head when Arddra conferred that she was ready to continue. He gestured at the spot between Morith’s neck and shoulderblades. “Really the easiest way for you to climb onto his back will be for you to do it with him almost completely submerged in water. But for that we’ll have to go in deeper,” the bronzerider cautioned the girl.
“Since you said you’re not that strong of a swimmer, my suggestion is that I tow you into the deeper water and then pass you onto his back,” V’riy instructed her in a calm voice. “In order to tow you properly, you’ll have to put your arms around my neck, but not too tightly. Otherwise I won’t be able to breathe,” the bronzerider explained. He hoped that the girl wouldn’t think he was talking down to her or treating her like a simpleton; the truth was that he really wasn’t sure how much he needed to tell her, so he was just covering all his bases.
V’riy smiled kindly at Arddra and took the brush that she had picked up from her, placing it in a loop on his belt and tying it securely to his waist. “Your hands should be free, since you’re not as comfortable in the water as I am. Morith, if you would,” V’riy said, sweeping his hands towards the center of the river for Arddra’s benefit.
Morith turned and waded into the deeper water until nearly all of his body was completely underwater. He made sure that Arddra would have an easy climb from the water onto the spot between his neck and shoulder ridges. V’riy had bade the dragon to go deeper than usual just in case Arddra slipped off – he was sure to catch the girl, but if she fell he wanted her in deep enough water that there would be absolutely no chance of her getting hurt.
With a confident smile on his face, the bronzerider made his way into the river, walking forward until the water reached his waist. He turned and beckoned Arddra closer, smiling with encouragement. “Come on, we don’t want to keep him waiting,” he said, urging her forward. As he waited for her to approach, he took a moment to consider her comment about his singing voice. He hadn’t meant for her to hear him sing but it had become such a habit for him to sing while bathing Morith that he had slipped. It was kind of her to compliment him and he almost started singing again. Some other time, perhaps, he decided, in a more private place. The river was often used by other riders and weyrfolk and he wasn’t ready to sing in public. It would be far too embarrassing.
“Since you said you’re not that strong of a swimmer, my suggestion is that I tow you into the deeper water and then pass you onto his back,” V’riy instructed her in a calm voice. “In order to tow you properly, you’ll have to put your arms around my neck, but not too tightly. Otherwise I won’t be able to breathe,” the bronzerider explained. He hoped that the girl wouldn’t think he was talking down to her or treating her like a simpleton; the truth was that he really wasn’t sure how much he needed to tell her, so he was just covering all his bases.
V’riy smiled kindly at Arddra and took the brush that she had picked up from her, placing it in a loop on his belt and tying it securely to his waist. “Your hands should be free, since you’re not as comfortable in the water as I am. Morith, if you would,” V’riy said, sweeping his hands towards the center of the river for Arddra’s benefit.
Morith turned and waded into the deeper water until nearly all of his body was completely underwater. He made sure that Arddra would have an easy climb from the water onto the spot between his neck and shoulder ridges. V’riy had bade the dragon to go deeper than usual just in case Arddra slipped off – he was sure to catch the girl, but if she fell he wanted her in deep enough water that there would be absolutely no chance of her getting hurt.
With a confident smile on his face, the bronzerider made his way into the river, walking forward until the water reached his waist. He turned and beckoned Arddra closer, smiling with encouragement. “Come on, we don’t want to keep him waiting,” he said, urging her forward. As he waited for her to approach, he took a moment to consider her comment about his singing voice. He hadn’t meant for her to hear him sing but it had become such a habit for him to sing while bathing Morith that he had slipped. It was kind of her to compliment him and he almost started singing again. Some other time, perhaps, he decided, in a more private place. The river was often used by other riders and weyrfolk and he wasn’t ready to sing in public. It would be far too embarrassing.
