17.May.20, 11:52 AM
Aederyn slumped in relief for a moment as the blue rider responded in the affirmative. She thought on his question: to bring in another Searchrider or to have R’dal come…R’dal was a searchrider? She hadn’t known that, but shrugged it off. Weyr business was Weyr business and at the time, it hadn’t been relevant and therefore nothing to bring up. But now…She stood and followed him outside, mulling the thought over.
Zeianth waited on the ledge, his stunningly marbled hide gleaming in the morning sun, no doubt freshly oiled. He was absolutely magnificent, and the thought of possibly being able to call a dragon her own someday filled her with a sense of awe and pride and set her stomach to fluttering. She spoke over her shoulder to D’hys as she approached the blue. “Of course, none taken. Dragons will speak to whomever they chose, and that is their business.” The comment on D’hys being the one to bite did prick the hair on the back of her neck for a moment. So far he had been nothing but hospitable, but she couldn't help but wonder how much of it was genuine.
Leaving it for future thought, she acknowledged the dragon with a small bow, unsure if it was appropriate but going with it, nonetheless. “A pleasure to meet you, blue Zeianth.” She pressed her lips together to curb the wide grin wanting to show itself but failed miserably. She gave in, her face splitting into a gigantic smile and spoke back over her shoulder to D’hys. “Thank you both for your time and hospitality. I know I was an unexpected guest, and I hope I didn’t ruin any plans you had for the morning.” Remembering how Edath had enjoyed being scratched, and seeing other riders showing affection to their dragons in such a way, she stepped forward, offering a slightly outstretched hand. “If you have an itch, I’d be happy to oblige you with a scratch in thanks.”
Commenting on her earlier thought, she turned back to D’hys while she waited for a return gesture from the blue, whatever that might look like. “I didn’t know R’dal was a Searchrider…It would be good to see him again.”
Zeianth waited on the ledge, his stunningly marbled hide gleaming in the morning sun, no doubt freshly oiled. He was absolutely magnificent, and the thought of possibly being able to call a dragon her own someday filled her with a sense of awe and pride and set her stomach to fluttering. She spoke over her shoulder to D’hys as she approached the blue. “Of course, none taken. Dragons will speak to whomever they chose, and that is their business.” The comment on D’hys being the one to bite did prick the hair on the back of her neck for a moment. So far he had been nothing but hospitable, but she couldn't help but wonder how much of it was genuine.
Leaving it for future thought, she acknowledged the dragon with a small bow, unsure if it was appropriate but going with it, nonetheless. “A pleasure to meet you, blue Zeianth.” She pressed her lips together to curb the wide grin wanting to show itself but failed miserably. She gave in, her face splitting into a gigantic smile and spoke back over her shoulder to D’hys. “Thank you both for your time and hospitality. I know I was an unexpected guest, and I hope I didn’t ruin any plans you had for the morning.” Remembering how Edath had enjoyed being scratched, and seeing other riders showing affection to their dragons in such a way, she stepped forward, offering a slightly outstretched hand. “If you have an itch, I’d be happy to oblige you with a scratch in thanks.”
Commenting on her earlier thought, she turned back to D’hys while she waited for a return gesture from the blue, whatever that might look like. “I didn’t know R’dal was a Searchrider…It would be good to see him again.”