29.Jun.19, 12:23 PM
Semath chirped happily, bumping her head under Halomirth’s and accepting the nuzzle. L’gan dismounted with a laugh, barely avoiding being stuck between the two clutchmates. Tugging off gloves and helmet he set them in the nook out of the way, knowing his friend was particular about things being tidy. “How do you two still stand this heat? I think I’m going to melt,” he joked, pulling off his jacket with an exaggerated expression of relief.
It’s nice. We can bask all day! Semath butted in, her tail lashing excitedly at the idea. She snuggled up next to Halomirth on the sunniest side of the ledge, humming happily.
“It’s good to see you, F’drel. I’m sorry I missed you last time you were at Fort, but it sounds like you were as busy as I was.” He washed his hands in the basin, then sank into one of the chairs and accepted a glass. “Semath’s next Flight should be coming up soon, and I just hope it’s not during a surgery lesson like last time. She didn’t mind, but I think I scared that poor brownrider off all greens for a while,” he said with a laugh. It had certainly been a memorable experience the next day; it had taken ages to reassure the man neither of them were seriously hurt, and that the blood all over L’gan’s things was just from a wherry.
I liked all your blues. They were pretty. Kadaisicalth is perfect for snuggles and Ayyonth is nice. Semath chattered with her clutchmate about all the pretty blues who had chased her, and who Semath hoped would chase her next time. Semath wasn’t fussy, enjoying being the center of attention rather than mothering everyone for a change.
“Speaking of that,” L’gan shuffled through his bag for something, tugging out his sketchbook. “I have something for you.” He pulled out one drawing which had been carefully covered and handed it over. It was a sketch of Halomirth lounging and sunning herself with her suitors. “I got back from the Hall shortly before you left, and had a chance to draw this before everyone started moving again.”
It’s nice. We can bask all day! Semath butted in, her tail lashing excitedly at the idea. She snuggled up next to Halomirth on the sunniest side of the ledge, humming happily.
“It’s good to see you, F’drel. I’m sorry I missed you last time you were at Fort, but it sounds like you were as busy as I was.” He washed his hands in the basin, then sank into one of the chairs and accepted a glass. “Semath’s next Flight should be coming up soon, and I just hope it’s not during a surgery lesson like last time. She didn’t mind, but I think I scared that poor brownrider off all greens for a while,” he said with a laugh. It had certainly been a memorable experience the next day; it had taken ages to reassure the man neither of them were seriously hurt, and that the blood all over L’gan’s things was just from a wherry.
I liked all your blues. They were pretty. Kadaisicalth is perfect for snuggles and Ayyonth is nice. Semath chattered with her clutchmate about all the pretty blues who had chased her, and who Semath hoped would chase her next time. Semath wasn’t fussy, enjoying being the center of attention rather than mothering everyone for a change.
“Speaking of that,” L’gan shuffled through his bag for something, tugging out his sketchbook. “I have something for you.” He pulled out one drawing which had been carefully covered and handed it over. It was a sketch of Halomirth lounging and sunning herself with her suitors. “I got back from the Hall shortly before you left, and had a chance to draw this before everyone started moving again.”