31.Dec.13, 05:59 AM
Sennia smiled more so when Ipsyth approved of her compliment. No amount of being around him could diminish her joy at seeing him, nor slow the racing of her heart. She was soothed somewhat by the simple fact she did know Ipsyth. Better than any other dragon, at least. He always seemed more sincere than even S’bel, whom Sennia was rather fond of. Perhaps because his dragon was so nice to her.
She tensed reflexively when Ipsyth leaned toward her, but giggled when she was nudged. Her hand brushed against his snout and she whispered, just for his benefit, “You –are- damn pretty.” It was very much true. The blue dragons were easily Sennia’s favorite, though admittedly because she’d had so much exposure to them. More than any other, that was for certain. There wasn’t another dragon she’d dream of touching so ‘casually’.
She jumped, startled, when the dragon’s voice filled her mind. Another thing to get used to being in the weyr, she supposed. Sennia couldn’t help but smile – he sounded as lovely as he looked. Granted, the words that were impressed upon her didn’t really make sense though. Figuring that she had just been privy to a small portion of an exchange, she was prompted to reply with, “They are what, Ipsyth?” And, to the rider gearing up his dragon, she added, “What are the two of you talking about?” She’d learn some time ago that it wasn’t necessarily rude to ask what transpired between bonded once you’d been included in their conversation. Particularly if the dragon was inclined to leave most of the conversation out. But she didn’t want to seem like she wasn’t interested either. What would it be like to hear another all the time? To feel that presence? At the rate of her Standings, Sennia would never know.
Never mind that she should be hunting a suitable candidate of her own to help the weyr’s population increase. With more than a little unease, she found herself studying S’bel in a slightly different manner. She’d never, ever have the courage to ask of course. But who else could she?
It’d probably destroy whatever mounting friendship that might be between them to even consider it. So she banished the thought and awaited the answer to a much more unassuming question – what was on the dragon’s mind?
She tensed reflexively when Ipsyth leaned toward her, but giggled when she was nudged. Her hand brushed against his snout and she whispered, just for his benefit, “You –are- damn pretty.” It was very much true. The blue dragons were easily Sennia’s favorite, though admittedly because she’d had so much exposure to them. More than any other, that was for certain. There wasn’t another dragon she’d dream of touching so ‘casually’.
She jumped, startled, when the dragon’s voice filled her mind. Another thing to get used to being in the weyr, she supposed. Sennia couldn’t help but smile – he sounded as lovely as he looked. Granted, the words that were impressed upon her didn’t really make sense though. Figuring that she had just been privy to a small portion of an exchange, she was prompted to reply with, “They are what, Ipsyth?” And, to the rider gearing up his dragon, she added, “What are the two of you talking about?” She’d learn some time ago that it wasn’t necessarily rude to ask what transpired between bonded once you’d been included in their conversation. Particularly if the dragon was inclined to leave most of the conversation out. But she didn’t want to seem like she wasn’t interested either. What would it be like to hear another all the time? To feel that presence? At the rate of her Standings, Sennia would never know.
Never mind that she should be hunting a suitable candidate of her own to help the weyr’s population increase. With more than a little unease, she found herself studying S’bel in a slightly different manner. She’d never, ever have the courage to ask of course. But who else could she?
It’d probably destroy whatever mounting friendship that might be between them to even consider it. So she banished the thought and awaited the answer to a much more unassuming question – what was on the dragon’s mind?
Come along now, come along with me