07.Dec.20, 04:46 AM
Kyrionth rumbled as he paddled to the edge of the lake. She is fine, Tazalth. Do not worry yourself over what did not happen. Do not fret. Shaking his wings dry, he then bounded up to the ledge where the two young people could slide down before he curled against the huddled figure that was Tizalth, crooning reassurance to her. See? No lasting harm done. She is safe and well. You are safe and well. All is well. He warbled this for all to hear, before adding as a private aside to the green, Perhaps we should not even think to plot, lest it happen regardless of our intentions…
T’pel had wrapped his arms around the green rider in an effort to share warmth, and removing them in order to dismount Ky sent them both into another fit of shivers. Teeth chattering, he made sure Kestra was steady before he rushed inside to grab a thick blanket to take to the girl, then back again to start a fire at the hearth. As the flames crackled to life, he knew it wouldn’t be quite enough to chase away the chill…the soaking wet clothes had to go. He flushed pink, but shoved that away as he rummaged through his trunk for a couple of clean tunics, offering one to Kestra before turning away. Weyrfolk, by nature tended not to be shy, but a little respect and decency were the least he could offer right at that moment.
Somewhere in the kerfuffle, Kyrionth had made his way inside, Tizalth tucked neatly under his wing, and both curled on the brown’s raised stone couch, barely able to fit as they were both very much on the larger side of their size ranges.
Seeing Kestra settled and less flustered, and Tizalth somewhat soothed, T’pel asked, somewhat deflated. “D-do you still want klah? Might help get warm…”
T’pel had wrapped his arms around the green rider in an effort to share warmth, and removing them in order to dismount Ky sent them both into another fit of shivers. Teeth chattering, he made sure Kestra was steady before he rushed inside to grab a thick blanket to take to the girl, then back again to start a fire at the hearth. As the flames crackled to life, he knew it wouldn’t be quite enough to chase away the chill…the soaking wet clothes had to go. He flushed pink, but shoved that away as he rummaged through his trunk for a couple of clean tunics, offering one to Kestra before turning away. Weyrfolk, by nature tended not to be shy, but a little respect and decency were the least he could offer right at that moment.
Somewhere in the kerfuffle, Kyrionth had made his way inside, Tizalth tucked neatly under his wing, and both curled on the brown’s raised stone couch, barely able to fit as they were both very much on the larger side of their size ranges.
Seeing Kestra settled and less flustered, and Tizalth somewhat soothed, T’pel asked, somewhat deflated. “D-do you still want klah? Might help get warm…”