09.Jul.12, 12:26 AM
Someone wasn't very happy. "I am trying to let you out!" Jada yelled back at the contents of the cupboard as Krypth said, It seems to be the little one. Indivara. The Harper's eyes widened, mind whirling with the thought of just how very angry the little imp was going to be when she was finally freed from her confines. Should she leave her in there, until she cooled down? Or would that only put her on the list? And with how hard to understand the voice had been-
The door kicked again, and Jada pushed at the door, playing with the handle ineffectually. "Krypth, so you think you could push on the door?"
You're being an idiot. Obligingly, the gold reared back on her haunches, and struck at the door. At six months old, the claws dug into the wood and left a lovely gouge, but didn't jiggle the lock. You're going to get in so much trouble. The voice was almost pleased. I think I have a splinter! A splinter, Jada! A splinter!
Oh, Shards!
"And how would you handle it?"
You're not used to having a dragon yet, are you? We have this useful little talent, you see, Beloved. It is called communication. With the mental equivalent of an eyeroll, the dragon reached out with her mind, reaching for another mind and asking Who would have a key to the closets in Weyrfolk Hall? And when she had the answer, she turned her head down to her Bonded and said, E'lore. I'm not going to disturb the Weyrlady. You go ask if you can borrow the key.
"You think she'll give them?"
Indivara is locked in a closet, Jada. Indivara, dear one, hold on, I have sent Mine to go and beg. E'lore for a key.
Obediently, the Harper darted off in search of the brownrider.
The door kicked again, and Jada pushed at the door, playing with the handle ineffectually. "Krypth, so you think you could push on the door?"
You're being an idiot. Obligingly, the gold reared back on her haunches, and struck at the door. At six months old, the claws dug into the wood and left a lovely gouge, but didn't jiggle the lock. You're going to get in so much trouble. The voice was almost pleased. I think I have a splinter! A splinter, Jada! A splinter!
Oh, Shards!
"And how would you handle it?"
You're not used to having a dragon yet, are you? We have this useful little talent, you see, Beloved. It is called communication. With the mental equivalent of an eyeroll, the dragon reached out with her mind, reaching for another mind and asking Who would have a key to the closets in Weyrfolk Hall? And when she had the answer, she turned her head down to her Bonded and said, E'lore. I'm not going to disturb the Weyrlady. You go ask if you can borrow the key.
"You think she'll give them?"
Indivara is locked in a closet, Jada. Indivara, dear one, hold on, I have sent Mine to go and beg. E'lore for a key.
Obediently, the Harper darted off in search of the brownrider.