14.Dec.20, 03:09 PM
The sweet voice of Isperinath filled his mind and he blinked, realizing he’d never actually had a dragon speak to him before. He wondered at the melodic tone it held, despite it not being an audible sound. Having another voice so entirely not his own share his mind for that brief moment caught him off guard; it was surprising but not unpleasant, and he took it in stride, smiling at the dragon.
“I appreciate the offer, Ipserinath, thank you. But I should have clarified: Benden Hold, not the Weyr. As much as I’d like to be there right now with my family, my run is taking me farther south. All the better, though, as a coastal run in Nerat is far more pleasant than the snowy traces up here. You are right, it is far too cold. It doesn’t bother me too much, though.” The last was a bit of a lie…the cold didn’t bother him as long as he was moving, which at the moment, he was not. The light breeze snatched at him and he dared to press, needing either to get moving again or else hitch a ride. “But if the offer stands for a drop at the Hold, I know the headwoman there usually has a fine stew going at all times.”
He thanked Je’ler for the wineskin and took a swig. A sip couldn’t hurt, and the warmth it would give his belly would help carry him until he worked himself up running again. The wine was quite good, dry with lovely blend of spices that added to and enhanced it, leaving a delightful flavor even after it had trickled down his throat. He hummed appreciatively. “This is good stuff. You make it?”
“I appreciate the offer, Ipserinath, thank you. But I should have clarified: Benden Hold, not the Weyr. As much as I’d like to be there right now with my family, my run is taking me farther south. All the better, though, as a coastal run in Nerat is far more pleasant than the snowy traces up here. You are right, it is far too cold. It doesn’t bother me too much, though.” The last was a bit of a lie…the cold didn’t bother him as long as he was moving, which at the moment, he was not. The light breeze snatched at him and he dared to press, needing either to get moving again or else hitch a ride. “But if the offer stands for a drop at the Hold, I know the headwoman there usually has a fine stew going at all times.”
He thanked Je’ler for the wineskin and took a swig. A sip couldn’t hurt, and the warmth it would give his belly would help carry him until he worked himself up running again. The wine was quite good, dry with lovely blend of spices that added to and enhanced it, leaving a delightful flavor even after it had trickled down his throat. He hummed appreciatively. “This is good stuff. You make it?”