20.Sep.17, 01:04 AM
Indivara had planned to take the day off, and in a particularly charitable moment, had even informed B’jin – the pair of which had been taking their lessons in Weyrlinghood education very seriously – that she wouldn’t be available for the next day, at least. Maybe more! The greenrider had been content enough to let her take a few days off, since his little gold firelizard had recently clutched, and he was intent on finding where she’d stowed her eggs away. Not that Indivara gave one whit about any of that, she just wanted time to herself – and Venseth.
While the morning dawned cool and crisp, with the promise of Autumn in the air, Indivara could tell it was going to warm up nicely, the girl sneaking quietly around the room she shared with V’ler to dress in the semi-dark. Slipping out onto the dragon’s ledge, she’d given Veeth’s nose a cuddle before she’d turned her attention upon Venseth, getting him into his riding straps and herself on board so that they could leap out into the brisk air. A few moments later, well above the Weyr, they had vanished between.
Three breath’s later, and they arrived above Ista Weyr. Venseth bugled a greeting to the watch dragon, and then turned on his wing towards a favourite beach. Not that they’d had much chance to visit it, given Indivara’s seriousness when it came to her learning all there was to learn about educating Weyrlings. She was still constantly surprised by how much she didn’t know, considering she’d been through Weyrlinghood relatively recently. Sort of.
While some folks enjoyed the white sandy beaches, Indivara and Venseth had come to favour a rocky expanse off to the edge of the Island, rarely visited by other dragonriders and never (to their knowledge) by non-riders. The area was full of sharp rocky crags that dropped off into choppy water. Indivara didn’t swim when they visited, but preferred to relax on the hot rocks near the edge where water could spray up at her, cooling her down without soaking her. Venseth tended to range from swimming out where the water was deep, to sleeping soundly on the hot, sunny rocks.
Today, Indivara had brought a fishing pole and line, with a small basket and some bait. While Venseth took off to swim before sunning himself, Indivara settled herself down on the edge of a high overhang, threading a piece of meat onto her hook before tossing the line out. As she waited patiently, little Saph and Queenie both appeared out of between, scolding her for leaving them behind. She was amused; they’d both been sleeping curled up against V’ler, and it was hardly her fault they hadn’t wanted to wake up. After the firelizards felt she was properly scolded, they set about playing tug-of-war with a piece of stolen meat, much to Indivara’s amusement.
While the morning dawned cool and crisp, with the promise of Autumn in the air, Indivara could tell it was going to warm up nicely, the girl sneaking quietly around the room she shared with V’ler to dress in the semi-dark. Slipping out onto the dragon’s ledge, she’d given Veeth’s nose a cuddle before she’d turned her attention upon Venseth, getting him into his riding straps and herself on board so that they could leap out into the brisk air. A few moments later, well above the Weyr, they had vanished between.
Three breath’s later, and they arrived above Ista Weyr. Venseth bugled a greeting to the watch dragon, and then turned on his wing towards a favourite beach. Not that they’d had much chance to visit it, given Indivara’s seriousness when it came to her learning all there was to learn about educating Weyrlings. She was still constantly surprised by how much she didn’t know, considering she’d been through Weyrlinghood relatively recently. Sort of.
While some folks enjoyed the white sandy beaches, Indivara and Venseth had come to favour a rocky expanse off to the edge of the Island, rarely visited by other dragonriders and never (to their knowledge) by non-riders. The area was full of sharp rocky crags that dropped off into choppy water. Indivara didn’t swim when they visited, but preferred to relax on the hot rocks near the edge where water could spray up at her, cooling her down without soaking her. Venseth tended to range from swimming out where the water was deep, to sleeping soundly on the hot, sunny rocks.
Today, Indivara had brought a fishing pole and line, with a small basket and some bait. While Venseth took off to swim before sunning himself, Indivara settled herself down on the edge of a high overhang, threading a piece of meat onto her hook before tossing the line out. As she waited patiently, little Saph and Queenie both appeared out of between, scolding her for leaving them behind. She was amused; they’d both been sleeping curled up against V’ler, and it was hardly her fault they hadn’t wanted to wake up. After the firelizards felt she was properly scolded, they set about playing tug-of-war with a piece of stolen meat, much to Indivara’s amusement.