27.Dec.13, 02:24 PM
Nevani listened to the young man as he spoke of his work for a friend, a returned gift, and thought it to be a sweet notion. She didn't really have much to say in reply to the information, so she kept quiet as he then continued about the green. When he mentioned Araith, she then realized that he was a rider, witch brought to home where she had seen him before. Nevani loved to watch the dragons from afar when she could spare the time to find a spot to climb and be alone, though this usually ended up with her daydreaming. She smiled a soft small smile as she heard that the dragon had better sense of color than her rider, and her eyes hinted at an inner glow.
"I suppose it really wouldn't do to clash with her. If I remember right, she's a beauty." Nevani was sure that she most likely remembered right, for it was hard to forget such a delicate sight of a dragon. Though she hadn't seen the green more than perhaps three or four times. Living in the weyr, though she had probably seen all of the dragons at least that much. Her eyes got distant as she thought about her wish to ride a dragon of her own, and her smile faded as she also remembered the complications that she had to overcome to even be considered a candidate. A hand absentmindedly went tough her hair to untangle it as she thought, then she pulled herself back into the present. "I should probably let you finish your work, I wouldn't want to cause your gift to be given later than intended." She then began to stand, gathering the tools she had been using, so that she may put them away.
"I suppose it really wouldn't do to clash with her. If I remember right, she's a beauty." Nevani was sure that she most likely remembered right, for it was hard to forget such a delicate sight of a dragon. Though she hadn't seen the green more than perhaps three or four times. Living in the weyr, though she had probably seen all of the dragons at least that much. Her eyes got distant as she thought about her wish to ride a dragon of her own, and her smile faded as she also remembered the complications that she had to overcome to even be considered a candidate. A hand absentmindedly went tough her hair to untangle it as she thought, then she pulled herself back into the present. "I should probably let you finish your work, I wouldn't want to cause your gift to be given later than intended." She then began to stand, gathering the tools she had been using, so that she may put them away.