03.Jul.13, 09:53 AM
R’nya’s amusement was transparent despite the lack of a smile upon his lips, at Briyden’s response to Whisper’s appearance. The little gold, still wrapped around his neck, seemed to be less than impressed by the girl’s attentions, and focused on eating the slice of food she had been given by the bronzerider. “You may try,” R’nya said lightly, the amusement lingering in the words in much the same manner it had lingering over him. It was not visible, but it was there, much like a summer breeze.
“I would not know,” he tossed her a wink, one hand raising to gently coerce Whisper off his shoulder and down his arm, where the little gold wrapped her tail firmly around his wrist and pouted at him. “She only comes to me for spoiling. She is one of lady Rhaedalyn’s firelizards. This is Whisper.” He held his arm out a little, and nodded at Briyden, indicating that Whisper should look in that direction, too. Disliking being put on display for someone she didn’t know, Whisper gave a chittering scold, and took off from his arm, vanishing between, likely to tattle on him to Rhaedalyn. “Hrm.” He seemed less than worried.
“Perhaps another day, Xyreith and I could take you down to the lake. They are popular in the sands along the edge of the shore.” The little dunes in some areas that lead down to the lake’s shore were where the Candidates had first found the firelizard eggs, and they were still found with some regularity there, most likely from the growing firelizards returning to clutch, if nothing else. They should have been of an age to take to flying, though R’nya was quite sure Rhaedalyn’s were still too young.
If nothing else, a day at the lake would be a good way to get out of the dull heat the closing in of summer often brought down upon the Weyr’s population. Xyreith could use the opportunity to bathe, and swimming would not be out of the question, of course! If he ended up taking all the girls, however, they’d be taking the boat and Xyreith could haul them all back (Joy. ) rather than trying to fit everyone on his dragon. He might bitch, but they both knew Xyreith preferred to ferry the boat full of women, than his back coated in them.
“I would not know,” he tossed her a wink, one hand raising to gently coerce Whisper off his shoulder and down his arm, where the little gold wrapped her tail firmly around his wrist and pouted at him. “She only comes to me for spoiling. She is one of lady Rhaedalyn’s firelizards. This is Whisper.” He held his arm out a little, and nodded at Briyden, indicating that Whisper should look in that direction, too. Disliking being put on display for someone she didn’t know, Whisper gave a chittering scold, and took off from his arm, vanishing between, likely to tattle on him to Rhaedalyn. “Hrm.” He seemed less than worried.
“Perhaps another day, Xyreith and I could take you down to the lake. They are popular in the sands along the edge of the shore.” The little dunes in some areas that lead down to the lake’s shore were where the Candidates had first found the firelizard eggs, and they were still found with some regularity there, most likely from the growing firelizards returning to clutch, if nothing else. They should have been of an age to take to flying, though R’nya was quite sure Rhaedalyn’s were still too young.
If nothing else, a day at the lake would be a good way to get out of the dull heat the closing in of summer often brought down upon the Weyr’s population. Xyreith could use the opportunity to bathe, and swimming would not be out of the question, of course! If he ended up taking all the girls, however, they’d be taking the boat and Xyreith could haul them all back (