12.Feb.18, 04:59 PM
Ambrya had not expected anyone to answer her question, except perhaps the owner of the fabric stall, and she jumped when a male voice spoke from beside her. She felt Tesamyth stir towards wakefulness, sensing that her rider may be in danger, but she reassured her that she was fine and the gold slipped back into slumber.
“Hmmm,” she considered, tilting her head thoughtfully as she looked at T'ryn. “Both of those colors would work nicely.” She didn't know the bronzerider well, despite the fact that they had both grown up in the same creche. They had probably played together as young children, but as Ambrya matured, she had spent most of her time running errands and assisting people around the Weyr. She had helped take care of the younger children and had spent a lot of time with her sister repairing garments that had been ripped and torn, as well as making new ones.
Ambrya could not recall exactly when T'ryn had become a candidate, but she knew he had impressed before she had. Every time there was a clutch on the sands, some of the older weyrbrats, mostly boys, began training to become dragonriders. She had envied them and had determined to prove she was responsible enough to stand for a gold egg when she was old enough. And her stubborn persistence had eventually been rewarded, and at a much younger age than she had expected.
There was a bolt of mulberry fabric shot through with golden threads on the same table as the turquoise cloth she had been admiring and she unwound a bit of it and ran it through her hands. “This one is pretty. I'm going to make a new covering for Tesamyth's couch.” She smiled playfully. “So what brings you to the fabric stall today?”
“Hmmm,” she considered, tilting her head thoughtfully as she looked at T'ryn. “Both of those colors would work nicely.” She didn't know the bronzerider well, despite the fact that they had both grown up in the same creche. They had probably played together as young children, but as Ambrya matured, she had spent most of her time running errands and assisting people around the Weyr. She had helped take care of the younger children and had spent a lot of time with her sister repairing garments that had been ripped and torn, as well as making new ones.
Ambrya could not recall exactly when T'ryn had become a candidate, but she knew he had impressed before she had. Every time there was a clutch on the sands, some of the older weyrbrats, mostly boys, began training to become dragonriders. She had envied them and had determined to prove she was responsible enough to stand for a gold egg when she was old enough. And her stubborn persistence had eventually been rewarded, and at a much younger age than she had expected.
There was a bolt of mulberry fabric shot through with golden threads on the same table as the turquoise cloth she had been admiring and she unwound a bit of it and ran it through her hands. “This one is pretty. I'm going to make a new covering for Tesamyth's couch.” She smiled playfully. “So what brings you to the fabric stall today?”