23.Oct.20, 05:40 AM
Aederyn thought she had dreamed it.
But no, there, chittering loudly with her little brown firelizard, almost scolding him, was her brother’s brown firelizard, slightly larger, with reversed markings, she recognized the creature. It took a moment for her to do so, so out of context that he was, and she stopped short, dropping the water skin she’d been holding, spilling its contents into the Weyr bowl.
If Handsome was here, then Alekse must be close by…she quickly sorted through the reasons that might be near and thoughts of the Gather going on down at the Hold pushed to the forefront of her mind. He must be there! She hadn’t made the effort to get down there as she hadn’t thought much of going, other than to maybe steal R’dare or R’dal for a dance…
“R’DAL!” She shrieked, realizing that, regardless of how quickly she might be able to run, it wouldn’t be fast enough for her liking to get down to the festivities and to her brother. A dragon could make the flight in minutes, bypassing terrain, traces, and roads, and not getting nearly as out of breath as a full-pelt sprint would get her. She reached out to Edath, too, letting her giddy excitement warm her mental tone so as not to alarm her friends.
Scooping the now-empty water skin up with one hand, she dashed off toward where she knew her friends’ weyr to be, laughing and nearly skipping with sheer joy.
But no, there, chittering loudly with her little brown firelizard, almost scolding him, was her brother’s brown firelizard, slightly larger, with reversed markings, she recognized the creature. It took a moment for her to do so, so out of context that he was, and she stopped short, dropping the water skin she’d been holding, spilling its contents into the Weyr bowl.
If Handsome was here, then Alekse must be close by…she quickly sorted through the reasons that might be near and thoughts of the Gather going on down at the Hold pushed to the forefront of her mind. He must be there! She hadn’t made the effort to get down there as she hadn’t thought much of going, other than to maybe steal R’dare or R’dal for a dance…
“R’DAL!” She shrieked, realizing that, regardless of how quickly she might be able to run, it wouldn’t be fast enough for her liking to get down to the festivities and to her brother. A dragon could make the flight in minutes, bypassing terrain, traces, and roads, and not getting nearly as out of breath as a full-pelt sprint would get her. She reached out to Edath, too, letting her giddy excitement warm her mental tone so as not to alarm her friends.
Scooping the now-empty water skin up with one hand, she dashed off toward where she knew her friends’ weyr to be, laughing and nearly skipping with sheer joy.