07.Mar.12, 04:03 AM
Par'a laughed at Breccan's cautioning words. "You don't need to know how to paint, or be any good at it. So long as the paint's on her hide, she's happy. Aren'y you ol' Grithy?" Par'a directed her last words up at the ceiling, resulting in Grith prancing directly above them for a few moments in response. "Then again, I'll always welcome a willing hand to bathe the beast. She may be one of the tiniest about but she's still big to me." She laughed, ever thankful that she had been blessed with such a small dragon. Then again, all the dragons of her time had been smaller than the ones that were being clutched now. How big would this clutch wind up being?
Shaking her head she tuned back into the conversation, noticing Talian's nervous glance towards her. She laughed, clearly he was a shy soul, not used to one as boisterous as herself or her dragon. Perhaps he had been in the dining hall when Grith had gotten herself stuck, that would definitely explain for his wariness of them both.
When Indivara spoke up again she laughed. It was true, she had often had many little weyrbrats tell them excitedly of their painted scenes upon Grith's hide, only to later see them as slaughtered abstract arts. Though that might not entirely be their fault, Grith did like to make a mess of the paints. Her constant rolling and spilling of paints out at the edge of the Weyr and the eastern ranges seemed to have left a permanent stain of paint on the ground there.
"Ah… The storms here are tropical, so they can get quite nasty," Par'a answered Breccan. Her mind swept back to the storm of 224, they were lucky they hadn't had another like it since then. "A few turns ago we had a terrible, vicious storm though. Almost the entire Weyr was destroyed because of it. We rebuilt, trying to keep things much sturdier than before. We lost some of our number that day." Par'a's voice darkened for a moment as she remembered the dragons and riders that had died from the storm. The moment passed quickly though, with her wide grin and chirpy attitude back in place.
Bye wingless one! Grith shouted down to them all as Talian said his goodbyes, her voice jarring and high-pitched. Hopefully she would be distracted before he reached the exit of the hall, or he might find a rather exuberant dragon following him.
Shaking her head she tuned back into the conversation, noticing Talian's nervous glance towards her. She laughed, clearly he was a shy soul, not used to one as boisterous as herself or her dragon. Perhaps he had been in the dining hall when Grith had gotten herself stuck, that would definitely explain for his wariness of them both.
When Indivara spoke up again she laughed. It was true, she had often had many little weyrbrats tell them excitedly of their painted scenes upon Grith's hide, only to later see them as slaughtered abstract arts. Though that might not entirely be their fault, Grith did like to make a mess of the paints. Her constant rolling and spilling of paints out at the edge of the Weyr and the eastern ranges seemed to have left a permanent stain of paint on the ground there.
"Ah… The storms here are tropical, so they can get quite nasty," Par'a answered Breccan. Her mind swept back to the storm of 224, they were lucky they hadn't had another like it since then. "A few turns ago we had a terrible, vicious storm though. Almost the entire Weyr was destroyed because of it. We rebuilt, trying to keep things much sturdier than before. We lost some of our number that day." Par'a's voice darkened for a moment as she remembered the dragons and riders that had died from the storm. The moment passed quickly though, with her wide grin and chirpy attitude back in place.
Bye wingless one! Grith shouted down to them all as Talian said his goodbyes, her voice jarring and high-pitched. Hopefully she would be distracted before he reached the exit of the hall, or he might find a rather exuberant dragon following him.
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[span style="background-color:#011002;"][color=#12F91C]Grith's Speech[/color][/span]