21.Feb.13, 10:04 PM
Afternoon drew her out of her hut with Shanith's riding straps, her sewing kit and the conditioners R'ana used to keep them soft, supple and clean. The light today was perfect for an inch by inch inspection of their condition. She gave them a quick check before and after each ride, and a more thorough inspection every other day.
An incident shortly after arriving at Katila had shown her that she hadn't been paying close enough attention to the condition of her straps. She had been lucky another dragon had caught her when the leather had broken...otherwise she would be dead and Shanith with her. She still couldn't believe she had been so careless with both their lives. It would never happen again, she would make sure of it.
She began the checking, working her way through dragon lengths of leather, inch by inch. AS she worked, the wind touched the chair she sat in, sending it rocking and swaying a bit. Shanith felt her rider's contentment and settled down, tired from a long flight earlier that afternoon. The green watched her rider, feeling the woman's enjoyment of the time spent on one of the swinging chairs she had installed on her porch.
Rana's hands and eyes went over stitching and the leather itself, the busy work enough to keep her occupied, a rare smile touching her lips. This was her idea of a perfect day, her, her green and a task to keep her hands busy.
An incident shortly after arriving at Katila had shown her that she hadn't been paying close enough attention to the condition of her straps. She had been lucky another dragon had caught her when the leather had broken...otherwise she would be dead and Shanith with her. She still couldn't believe she had been so careless with both their lives. It would never happen again, she would make sure of it.
She began the checking, working her way through dragon lengths of leather, inch by inch. AS she worked, the wind touched the chair she sat in, sending it rocking and swaying a bit. Shanith felt her rider's contentment and settled down, tired from a long flight earlier that afternoon. The green watched her rider, feeling the woman's enjoyment of the time spent on one of the swinging chairs she had installed on her porch.
Rana's hands and eyes went over stitching and the leather itself, the busy work enough to keep her occupied, a rare smile touching her lips. This was her idea of a perfect day, her, her green and a task to keep her hands busy.