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29.Dec.13, 02:18 AM
Sennia had blushed faintly at his hearty laugh at her expense but it was impossible to tell from the chill. It was nice to be jolted out of her thoughts, even if it meant laughter at her expense. Sennia glanced down at her boots and tried a smile in kind. She really should not get so lost but, that was why she was glad he was here. Even if she had to look foolish. Better than then the monster of black thoughts gnawing on her mind.
Sennia cast a sidelong glance at him at his innocent ‘Am I?’. It was wholly possible he had lost track of time. S’bel knew more people, had more things to do. Dragonriders usually did. Nor was she of any consequence to expect such consideration. It was nice he was here now, and that he would be accompanying her. His reassurance that he’d never forget her, while sweet, made her laugh softly to herself. Because, sadly enough, it wasn’t true. Not to return to the self-depreciating thoughts, but Sennia was of no real consequence to anyone. Especially not a Rider so well situated in the weyr.
Sennia’s eyes found Ipsyth a moment after S’bel, a tightening in her chest of both awe and some uncertainty. The dragon was beautiful, that was no doubt. Most were, especially so close when she could see all the nuances of color. Every dragon was different, after all. She liked how –long- Ipsyth seemed to be, with his big wings and almost slender frame. Sennia cast her eyes to the ground, momentarily out of nerves, before remarking, “He’s beautiful. I sometimes forget.” That was a better answer to his inquiry than admitting openly that climbing on top of the dragon still made her fret terribly. Instead, Sennia smiled in an easy manner she’d adopted from being around S’bel. “It’s not so bad if I’ve you to hang on to.” It didn’t even cross her mind that this could be taken any other way than what she meant – that she was relieved to have S’bel there.
Sennia had moved closer to Ipsyth, smiling more so at the dragon but respecting his space and not seeking to invade it until the dragon, as far as she could tell, was ok with it.
Sennia cast a sidelong glance at him at his innocent ‘Am I?’. It was wholly possible he had lost track of time. S’bel knew more people, had more things to do. Dragonriders usually did. Nor was she of any consequence to expect such consideration. It was nice he was here now, and that he would be accompanying her. His reassurance that he’d never forget her, while sweet, made her laugh softly to herself. Because, sadly enough, it wasn’t true. Not to return to the self-depreciating thoughts, but Sennia was of no real consequence to anyone. Especially not a Rider so well situated in the weyr.
Sennia’s eyes found Ipsyth a moment after S’bel, a tightening in her chest of both awe and some uncertainty. The dragon was beautiful, that was no doubt. Most were, especially so close when she could see all the nuances of color. Every dragon was different, after all. She liked how –long- Ipsyth seemed to be, with his big wings and almost slender frame. Sennia cast her eyes to the ground, momentarily out of nerves, before remarking, “He’s beautiful. I sometimes forget.” That was a better answer to his inquiry than admitting openly that climbing on top of the dragon still made her fret terribly. Instead, Sennia smiled in an easy manner she’d adopted from being around S’bel. “It’s not so bad if I’ve you to hang on to.” It didn’t even cross her mind that this could be taken any other way than what she meant – that she was relieved to have S’bel there.
Sennia had moved closer to Ipsyth, smiling more so at the dragon but respecting his space and not seeking to invade it until the dragon, as far as she could tell, was ok with it.
Come along now, come along with me
