25.May.14, 01:58 AM
Syra cringed inwardly. The question was inevitable, she only wished she had been more prepared to answer it. She was an honest woman, and lying was not her style. The most she was able to do was lie by omission but his question had been direct. The woman was silent as she tried to think of a way to be truthful and still avoid answering. It occurred to her that if she stood for gold on the outside, it maybe be a chance for the blue dragons to get a look at her... and maybe, on happen-chance, to Impress her. Rationalizing that saying yes now wasn't a lie, since she now had a plan of actio, Syra peered at A'liran with a green eye. "I will stand for gold, and if I am lucky, I will Impress what I hope for." she said, pleased with her clever wording that was both honest, and conciliatory.
Trying to turn the conversation away from the touchy subject, and preventing herself from having to answer cleverly more than once, the woman looked in the direction of the green dragon slumbering nearby. "What was it like when you Impressed Astoreth?" Syra knew it was different for each rider, and curiosity often got the best of her when she was alone with one. She could only imagine the immeasurable happiness that an Impression induced, and the ever-present companionship that a dragon's mind offered. Some had told it was like being made whole and feeling like you had spent your life without your other half. Syra dreamed for that sensation. She wanted to be connected to another creature so intimately. The scowl on her face was directed inward at her thoughts, and when she realized it was reflected outward she plastered a smile in its place.
As she had been musing to herself, the woman was unaware that she had spoken aloud, enough to be heard by the greenrider, "I wish I had that kind of connection with someone." It was a low murmur, but audible. Mimic reappeared in the air above them, glimmering brightly in the dark backdrop of the sky. "Oh hell." Syra sighed, recognizing a Flight when she saw one. "I guess she wasn't just proddy." She shook herself slightly as goosebumps rose on her arms. If the bloody little talons on her three-toed feet were any indication, Mimic had returned after blooding. With a musical trill down toward the pool, the green firelizard sped around the hot spring once and abruptly shot herself into the sky. If the rider's bronzes didn't chase, Syra reasoned that there were probably wild firelizards who would be attracted. Mimic was already a bright spot in the sky, too far for the woman to keep watching and she settled herself back into the warm water.
"I hope I don't get this itch every time she flys." she muttered, scratching at her gooseflesh in the water. Returning her attention to Ali she grinned, "I bet it's much more fun when a dragon rises." Syra smiled, having flight mothed her share of them. The whole reason she was in the situation was at that moment. "... damn flightlust." she grunted.
Trying to turn the conversation away from the touchy subject, and preventing herself from having to answer cleverly more than once, the woman looked in the direction of the green dragon slumbering nearby. "What was it like when you Impressed Astoreth?" Syra knew it was different for each rider, and curiosity often got the best of her when she was alone with one. She could only imagine the immeasurable happiness that an Impression induced, and the ever-present companionship that a dragon's mind offered. Some had told it was like being made whole and feeling like you had spent your life without your other half. Syra dreamed for that sensation. She wanted to be connected to another creature so intimately. The scowl on her face was directed inward at her thoughts, and when she realized it was reflected outward she plastered a smile in its place.
As she had been musing to herself, the woman was unaware that she had spoken aloud, enough to be heard by the greenrider, "I wish I had that kind of connection with someone." It was a low murmur, but audible. Mimic reappeared in the air above them, glimmering brightly in the dark backdrop of the sky. "Oh hell." Syra sighed, recognizing a Flight when she saw one. "I guess she wasn't just proddy." She shook herself slightly as goosebumps rose on her arms. If the bloody little talons on her three-toed feet were any indication, Mimic had returned after blooding. With a musical trill down toward the pool, the green firelizard sped around the hot spring once and abruptly shot herself into the sky. If the rider's bronzes didn't chase, Syra reasoned that there were probably wild firelizards who would be attracted. Mimic was already a bright spot in the sky, too far for the woman to keep watching and she settled herself back into the warm water.
"I hope I don't get this itch every time she flys." she muttered, scratching at her gooseflesh in the water. Returning her attention to Ali she grinned, "I bet it's much more fun when a dragon rises." Syra smiled, having flight mothed her share of them. The whole reason she was in the situation was at that moment. "... damn flightlust." she grunted.