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16.Oct.17, 11:49 PM
An'tell took a few minutes to take the riding straps off Erinath, carefully placing them on the beach where they would be safe from the water. He gave Erinath a light whack on the shoulder.
"Go on, you."
Erinath did not need to be told twice. With a quick shake to remove the feeling of riding straps, the bronze galloped into the water. For such a large beast, he made surprisingly small splashes.
"Look at you, being considerate of the lady." An'tell teased. He could feel Erinath sending him the mental equivalent of eye rolling.
Once he was convinced the riding straps were in good order, he headed over to the other riders. He sat down a few feet from them, thanking Oenthi for making space before crossing his legs and sighing. He'd forgotten how tiresome dealing with Holders could be. Glancing at R'nya, An'tell decided to cancel his original plan of giving him the update from Fort Hold. The Weyrleader looked tired, and was clearly taking something of a break. An'tell could respect that, and wouldn't be the one to press work onto him there.
He considered Oenthi for a moment. Like most dragonriders, he knew the names of all the goldriders in his Weyr, even if he hadn't met them personally. Until today, he had not met this one. He remembered her from Katila, but they had not run in the same groups. She had been among those more positively inclined towards the dragonriders, whereas he had spent more time with grumpy crafters who missed their craft halls.
And greetings to you, lovely Verchaylth. Erinath said to the gold, submerging himself in the lakewater. It had started getting colder as the seasons changed, already much different than the water he'd known as a dragonet in Katila. He worried he wouldn't be able to swim during the winter. He knew water could freeze over, and was worried about the lake doing so and preventing access to it.
How is the weather change treating you? he asked Verchaylth, gliding through what he considered a shallower part of the lake, I must confess, the water here is getting much colder than what I've been used to.
"Go on, you."
Erinath did not need to be told twice. With a quick shake to remove the feeling of riding straps, the bronze galloped into the water. For such a large beast, he made surprisingly small splashes.
"Look at you, being considerate of the lady." An'tell teased. He could feel Erinath sending him the mental equivalent of eye rolling.
Once he was convinced the riding straps were in good order, he headed over to the other riders. He sat down a few feet from them, thanking Oenthi for making space before crossing his legs and sighing. He'd forgotten how tiresome dealing with Holders could be. Glancing at R'nya, An'tell decided to cancel his original plan of giving him the update from Fort Hold. The Weyrleader looked tired, and was clearly taking something of a break. An'tell could respect that, and wouldn't be the one to press work onto him there.
He considered Oenthi for a moment. Like most dragonriders, he knew the names of all the goldriders in his Weyr, even if he hadn't met them personally. Until today, he had not met this one. He remembered her from Katila, but they had not run in the same groups. She had been among those more positively inclined towards the dragonriders, whereas he had spent more time with grumpy crafters who missed their craft halls.
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And greetings to you, lovely Verchaylth. Erinath said to the gold, submerging himself in the lakewater. It had started getting colder as the seasons changed, already much different than the water he'd known as a dragonet in Katila. He worried he wouldn't be able to swim during the winter. He knew water could freeze over, and was worried about the lake doing so and preventing access to it.
How is the weather change treating you? he asked Verchaylth, gliding through what he considered a shallower part of the lake, I must confess, the water here is getting much colder than what I've been used to.
