04.Mar.21, 04:17 PM
Her brown eyes narrowed slightly at her comment being brushed off, she couldn’t expect to be the wittiest or prettiest of girls, but a nod? That’s all she rated? Frustrated she watched the man as he surveyed the murky waters. She supposed if it was good enough for her uncle it would be good enough for this Dragonrider. After all her uncle knew loads more about fishing than this young man... or was he so young? She’d heard from somewhere that Dragonriders did not age as quickly as commonfolk. She wondered if that were true. Would it be rude to ask?
At her second attempt to wheedle information from the Bronze rider, her question met with a more favorable response from him. She glanced back towards the dragon, still in awe of his grace and beauty, before turning back to the man. Five brothers and two-no three sister? That was similar to herself. “I have six brothers and one sister living.” The last word tacked on brought memories of her littlest brother, taken too soon from the world.
Truth be told, she’d trade any of her siblings, or even herself to bring little Cenden back. Wishful thinking of course. She shook her head and looked up, it was not uncommon for there to be many deaths in Hold families. The more kids the more opportunity for death. She threw a fake smile onto her face and continued. “How do you like it? Being a Dragonrider? What’s it like soaring above holds and mountains and rivers?! Is it lonely up there?” While she still had a lot of questions, some of the sparkle had been robbed from her voice for the time being. She stole another look at Tiberuth, and somehow felt better, though why looking at the large creature would do that for her she didn’t understand.
At her second attempt to wheedle information from the Bronze rider, her question met with a more favorable response from him. She glanced back towards the dragon, still in awe of his grace and beauty, before turning back to the man. Five brothers and two-no three sister? That was similar to herself. “I have six brothers and one sister living.” The last word tacked on brought memories of her littlest brother, taken too soon from the world.
Truth be told, she’d trade any of her siblings, or even herself to bring little Cenden back. Wishful thinking of course. She shook her head and looked up, it was not uncommon for there to be many deaths in Hold families. The more kids the more opportunity for death. She threw a fake smile onto her face and continued. “How do you like it? Being a Dragonrider? What’s it like soaring above holds and mountains and rivers?! Is it lonely up there?” While she still had a lot of questions, some of the sparkle had been robbed from her voice for the time being. She stole another look at Tiberuth, and somehow felt better, though why looking at the large creature would do that for her she didn’t understand.