Chilly Getaway [S'bel]

A thought has escaped me. It seemed right there, but now it somehow seems beyond my reach. What was it? Ipsyth wondered aloud to S'bel while curled up back by his rider's hut. Don't you always feel like this? Came his rider's droll response. No, no. S'bel... were we to do something today? The blue couldn't shake the feeling there was something for he and his rider to do, but couldn't remember it exactly. And he didn't need to see his rider's face at that moment to know that S'bel's response to his question was a smirk- he could feel it. It served to prove his suspicions even if S'bel tried to shrug it off. There is, isn't there?

Don't strain yourself. The bluerider was enjoying a meal at the moment. He knew, of course, where they were meant to be, but the fact that Ipsyth had forgotten meant he could enjoy his food in peace. Until now. Ipsyth prodded around his mind a bit, S'bel doing his best to distract the dragon with other thoughts, for Ipsyth could be easily distracted at times. He could feel the dragon's distress as he realized. No, maybe not distress. Probably just disappointment. Ipsyth wasn't prone to worry so much as he was inclined to compel his rider into considering others more often. Foraging. At midday. Uh-huh. Midday is already upon us. You are late, S'bel. With a sigh, S'bel picked up the riding straps he had brought with him for the trip ahead, and shoved a slice of bread into his mouth, snagging another for the road. So much for his peaceful meal. He knew his dragon would never leave him alone now.

It's not a big deal. Just one of the candidate girls. And many of the candidate girls, this one especially, would likely forgive his tardiness for the price of a smile. It seemed Ipsyth was about to scold him again, but the dragon's mind seemed to wander off subject just slightly, from the fact that someone was waiting, to the question of who it was. Which one? Sennia. Is that the one that reminds me of a lake? S'bel sighed and shook his head slightly, finishing off the bread in his mouth. Anyone else might have been puzzled at such a question, but after so long, it was just a regular conversation for S'bel to have with his blue and didn't phase him in the slightest. No. No that's a different one. What does this one remind me of? I have no idea Ipsyth. I haven't the time nor energy to remember all the absolutely convoluted comparisons you make.

By now, S'bel neared their meeting spot. He mentally called for Ipsyth to come meet them as near as he could land. Foraging. It seemed odd to go out on such a regular chore in the wake of the landslide, but he supposed people still had to eat. Life went on. So it goes. And it meant less hard labor for S'bel, and the bluerider supposed he was okay with that. Still, the thought of a foraging trip didn't leave him so enthused- not much did, after all. Ah well, at least he had a companion. Maybe the day wouldn't be a total loss if he could get some entertainment out of it. He wasn't counting on it, though.

Soon, the young woman waiting for him came into view, seemingly absorbed in her own thoughts. With a small smirk, S'bel quieted his steps in the hope he could sneak up on the girl. When he was close enough to be sufficiency startling if unnoticed, he called out, "Sennia!" abruptly from her side, wearing a wide grin on his face.