16.Dec.20, 01:05 PM
Alekse laughed, nodding in some measure of agreement. “She’ll be as devoted to her dragon as I to my Craft. I’m seldom at one place for long anyway, I doubt that a standard ‘romance’ would end well for me. All I ask is that we make a little time for each other when I’m in the area.” He shrugged in a casual gesture of ‘whatever will be, will be’, and chuckled at the green’s comment, followed by her rider’s answer to it. He thought about commenting on the rider’s aversion to the idea, but decided against it. He only just met the man, and therefore had no room to speak to him on it. He also didn’t want to sour the good time they seemed to be having.
The stew didn’t last long, and bowls were quickly emptied, as were their cups. Je’ler produced another flask. It was sweet, but not overly so, and the brightness that reminded him of summer was a welcome reprieve from the chill winter outside. He licked his lips, very much enjoying the drink. “That’s good. I’d say your experiment is going well, Je’ler.” He raised his glass toward the man before taking another deep, savoring swig.
“I think she’d be pleased with anything, though she’s actually hoping for a fighter like your lovely green lady. Which is just as well for me, the largest dragon I’ve encountered personally was a good-sized blue. Even he’d be a lot to oil…” he shook his head at that, finding the idea of caring for a dragon just a bit daunting. “I’m converting an old Threadshelter that got left behind when the nearby Runner trace was rerouted. That leg of the Run is now about a quarter mile north, leaving that small outbuilding and the surrounding hillside free for the taking. Nothing special, but it’ll be a place I can offer for her, her daughter, and if either Impress, their dragons, to get away to every so often, if they’d like.” Je’ler topped off their cups again, shards, the wine was delightful, and some fresh bread was brought, and they both eagerly broke off some of the loaf. A thought came to him and he brightened. “Anything you would recommend to make it a bit more welcome for weyrfolk or dragons?”
The stew didn’t last long, and bowls were quickly emptied, as were their cups. Je’ler produced another flask. It was sweet, but not overly so, and the brightness that reminded him of summer was a welcome reprieve from the chill winter outside. He licked his lips, very much enjoying the drink. “That’s good. I’d say your experiment is going well, Je’ler.” He raised his glass toward the man before taking another deep, savoring swig.
“I think she’d be pleased with anything, though she’s actually hoping for a fighter like your lovely green lady. Which is just as well for me, the largest dragon I’ve encountered personally was a good-sized blue. Even he’d be a lot to oil…” he shook his head at that, finding the idea of caring for a dragon just a bit daunting. “I’m converting an old Threadshelter that got left behind when the nearby Runner trace was rerouted. That leg of the Run is now about a quarter mile north, leaving that small outbuilding and the surrounding hillside free for the taking. Nothing special, but it’ll be a place I can offer for her, her daughter, and if either Impress, their dragons, to get away to every so often, if they’d like.” Je’ler topped off their cups again, shards, the wine was delightful, and some fresh bread was brought, and they both eagerly broke off some of the loaf. A thought came to him and he brightened. “Anything you would recommend to make it a bit more welcome for weyrfolk or dragons?”