01.Jan.14, 08:31 PM
Even though she whispered the comment about Ipsyth being "damn pretty", S'bel still caught it. Whether it was loud enough to hear through us own ears, or he just picked it up through the dragon he didn't really know or think about. That set a new smirk on his face, however. Maybe someone wasn't such a proper little hold lady anymore after all? Even if S'bel figured Sennia probably thought the Weyr hadn't changed her at all. He was fairly certain she didn't usually have an accurate view of herself. It wasn't his job to correct that, though, so he let her go on thinking whatever she wished.
Ipsyth didn't immediately respond to her inquiry; the blue just kept staring at the sky for several long moments. With a chuckle, S'bel offered up a none too helpful, "Who knows?" and a shrug. Though this time, he was rather clearly teasing. A rider was bound to know what his dragon was talking about. Although in Ipsyth's case he supposed that was, actually, somewhat debatable. The blue finally did chime in, sending the words Sennia's way as well again. Typical to the blue, though, his response came in the most nonsensical way possible. They are what, hm? Perhaps birds are a song? Maybe a brave soul lies beneath? Or bones made of jewels.
Oh dear. It seemed Ipsyth didn't even remember what they had discussed. Or he was making some kind of point even S'bel couldn't make sense of. He waited to see how Sennia would react to that gem, before he couldn't keep himself from laughing. "Clouds," he offered up finally. "We were talking about the clouds, you daft lizard." He shook his head and elaborated for the girl, "Ipsyth said they were particularly good ones, or something like that." Oh yes. That was it.
S'bel shook his head, did another once over on the riding straps and took a step back from the blue. "Right then," he said, hopping up onto the dragon's back in a smooth and seamless motion that served as a reminder of the amount of turns of dragonriding S'bel had under his belt. He idly wondered Sennia had any clue what his actual age was. He didn't know whether he had ever brought it up with her. It was, after all, just a fact of life for him now and seemed natural, but it was probably something that took the holders a while to get used to- the whole aging thing. Of course, she had been here a while, so maybe she figured. The bluerider was, of course, completely oblivious to Sennia's own current inner debate. Ipsyth kept himself close to the ground to let them both on easily and S'bel held out a hand to help Sennia on as well, putting on his most charming smile. "Are we all ready to go now?
Ipsyth didn't immediately respond to her inquiry; the blue just kept staring at the sky for several long moments. With a chuckle, S'bel offered up a none too helpful, "Who knows?" and a shrug. Though this time, he was rather clearly teasing. A rider was bound to know what his dragon was talking about. Although in Ipsyth's case he supposed that was, actually, somewhat debatable. The blue finally did chime in, sending the words Sennia's way as well again. Typical to the blue, though, his response came in the most nonsensical way possible. They are what, hm? Perhaps birds are a song? Maybe a brave soul lies beneath? Or bones made of jewels.
Oh dear. It seemed Ipsyth didn't even remember what they had discussed. Or he was making some kind of point even S'bel couldn't make sense of. He waited to see how Sennia would react to that gem, before he couldn't keep himself from laughing. "Clouds," he offered up finally. "We were talking about the clouds, you daft lizard." He shook his head and elaborated for the girl, "Ipsyth said they were particularly good ones, or something like that." Oh yes. That was it.
S'bel shook his head, did another once over on the riding straps and took a step back from the blue. "Right then," he said, hopping up onto the dragon's back in a smooth and seamless motion that served as a reminder of the amount of turns of dragonriding S'bel had under his belt. He idly wondered Sennia had any clue what his actual age was. He didn't know whether he had ever brought it up with her. It was, after all, just a fact of life for him now and seemed natural, but it was probably something that took the holders a while to get used to- the whole aging thing. Of course, she had been here a while, so maybe she figured. The bluerider was, of course, completely oblivious to Sennia's own current inner debate. Ipsyth kept himself close to the ground to let them both on easily and S'bel held out a hand to help Sennia on as well, putting on his most charming smile. "Are we all ready to go now?