12.Nov.12, 12:09 PM
He was going to miss this, Echlerov decided, glancing up at the clouds while leaning against his blue. It was relaxing to just sit on the beach, spending time only with his blue, something that didn't happen as often as it should. Maybe he'd just have to start scheduling a day like this every couple of sevendays.
I would like that, Pistoth commented, his eyes a contented blue. The bustle of the weyr is nice, but sometimes it is nice to be alone.
Echlerov couldn't help but agree. "And it's only going to get more hectic." This would make the second batch of weyrlings before his group had even graduated, and he had to wonder about that. Did younger queens rise more often than the older ones? It wasn't a question that he felt was correct for him to ask, but maybe if he asked Jisra, she might be able to get an answer for that. She was standing as a queen candidate, and that sort of thing would come far better from her than it would him.
He remained there for a while longer, munching on a redfruit, until something caught Pistoth's interest. Something is going on, Pisoth commented, nudging Echlerov from where they were lying on the beach. We are going!
He pushed at his human until Echlerov stood up, the redfruit still in the boy's hand. Hurry! The urgency in his dragon's voice was odd, but he darted down the beach, showing up at the party just as the first bunch of firelizards had impressed.
Well what do you know, there were firelizards after all.
I would like that, Pistoth commented, his eyes a contented blue. The bustle of the weyr is nice, but sometimes it is nice to be alone.
Echlerov couldn't help but agree. "And it's only going to get more hectic." This would make the second batch of weyrlings before his group had even graduated, and he had to wonder about that. Did younger queens rise more often than the older ones? It wasn't a question that he felt was correct for him to ask, but maybe if he asked Jisra, she might be able to get an answer for that. She was standing as a queen candidate, and that sort of thing would come far better from her than it would him.
He remained there for a while longer, munching on a redfruit, until something caught Pistoth's interest. Something is going on, Pisoth commented, nudging Echlerov from where they were lying on the beach. We are going!
He pushed at his human until Echlerov stood up, the redfruit still in the boy's hand. Hurry! The urgency in his dragon's voice was odd, but he darted down the beach, showing up at the party just as the first bunch of firelizards had impressed.
Well what do you know, there were firelizards after all.
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