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21.Jan.14, 09:46 PM
It was one of those days when S'bel hated Katila. He had them quiet often. He hated many things about it, but today he specifically hated the weather. Maybe an odd complaint, considering that since the hellishness surrounding the landslide, things had actually been rather pleasant here in the South. And you would think that after so long here, the bluerider would have gotten used to it. And he had. But it was just something about the fact that he had been back North for Search that made the man itch to breathe the air up there again. It made him even more discontent than normal and he was impatient for more steps to be taken to return. Not that he would ever voice it. He didn't fancy a lashing any time soon.
The day looked to be a hot one, the sun in the sky and temperature rising to show the approach of Spring. It wasn't even the peak of the afternoon yet, but S'bel still grumbled internally about the heat. And thus why he headed for the edge of the forest to seek out some shade. He supposed he could have just gone to the lake, but it seemed such a bother. Ipsyth didn't need a bath anyway. The blue was currently sunning himself, though rambled on in the back of S'bel's mind as the rider walked as he often did when he felt S'bel was too far away and he got lonely.
There was one more S'bel. he told his rider, sounding mostly calm as usual, though the rider knew him well enough to know there was a hint of perturbation there. The Hatching a week ago now, the blue struggled to remember which of the boys they had brought back on search had impressed. Was it the little one? S'bel shook his head. Yes that one did impress, but you already counted him. So I did! The dragon's response seemed far too happy at that and S'bel sighed. It was the funny-looking one with messy hair. Yes that is right. I like him. I doubt you would have picked him if you didn't.
Though he sighed again, S'bel couldn't deny himself from admitting that it felt good the be a searchrider again sometimes. Mainly those times when he thought of the work and only the work, and not the past that came along with his history of searching. But, damn, he did. And just like that, the man's mood soured again. He picked out a nearby tree he would plop himself under to get out of the sun and stew in his self-inflicted misery. As he neared, he realized someone was already sitting underneath the tree. His tree. He scowled. The man wasn't in the mood to simply go find another. No. Maybe he could take his bad mood out on someone. Not that he would make it obvious- that was no fun.
So S'bel forced a big grin onto his face, strolling up to the tree. He didn't know who was there- nor did he really care. He approached as softly as he could from the opposite side of the tree from whoever was already under it. Sneaking always tended to get fun reactions out of people. And when he reached it, he stretched his arms up to cling playfully to a branch as he let out a quite audible, "Hello! Good afternoon!" as a greeting as he popped around to the side of the tree his unfortunate victim sat on.
The day looked to be a hot one, the sun in the sky and temperature rising to show the approach of Spring. It wasn't even the peak of the afternoon yet, but S'bel still grumbled internally about the heat. And thus why he headed for the edge of the forest to seek out some shade. He supposed he could have just gone to the lake, but it seemed such a bother. Ipsyth didn't need a bath anyway. The blue was currently sunning himself, though rambled on in the back of S'bel's mind as the rider walked as he often did when he felt S'bel was too far away and he got lonely.
Though he sighed again, S'bel couldn't deny himself from admitting that it felt good the be a searchrider again sometimes. Mainly those times when he thought of the work and only the work, and not the past that came along with his history of searching. But, damn, he did. And just like that, the man's mood soured again. He picked out a nearby tree he would plop himself under to get out of the sun and stew in his self-inflicted misery. As he neared, he realized someone was already sitting underneath the tree. His tree. He scowled. The man wasn't in the mood to simply go find another. No. Maybe he could take his bad mood out on someone. Not that he would make it obvious- that was no fun.
So S'bel forced a big grin onto his face, strolling up to the tree. He didn't know who was there- nor did he really care. He approached as softly as he could from the opposite side of the tree from whoever was already under it. Sneaking always tended to get fun reactions out of people. And when he reached it, he stretched his arms up to cling playfully to a branch as he let out a quite audible, "Hello! Good afternoon!" as a greeting as he popped around to the side of the tree his unfortunate victim sat on.
