16.Jan.18, 01:03 PM
The first thing Ambrya had done after arriving at the Gather was to buy a bag of meat rolls, mainly to keep Scarlet occupied so that she wouldn't fly off and steal red items from the stalls. The little green was munching on one now as she sat on the shoulder pad Ambrya had made that prevented her claws from ruining her clothing or scratching her skin. It was fashioned out of the same fabric as her heavy fur-lined violet cloak. There was even fur around the edges of the pad, probably now spotted with crumbs.
Beneath the cloak, she wore her best gown … a lovely creation of lavender velvet lavishly adorned with lace and embroidery. It was too cold to walk around without her cloak so it was unlikely that anybody would see it unless she went into the Hold itself. Still, she thought that a gather was an appropriate time to dress up, no matter what the season.
There were people milling about everywhere, including other dragonriders. Even some of the holderfolk had firelizards, she noticed. Occasionally, Scarlet would chirp at one and it would chirp back, almost as if they were communicating with each other. Perhaps they were. Ambrya could sense Scarlet's emotions. Maybe they communicated by empathy.
A fabric stall caught her attention and she strolled over to it, marveling at the beautifully colored bolts of cloth stacked on tables and hanging from the awning. I think I'll make another covering for Tesamyth's couch, she thought. Reaching out to her dragon's mind, she felt a deep contentment. Apparently, the gold had found a place to sun and had dozed off. She would just have to choose a hue herself.
Running her fingers over a bolt of soft turquoise cotton, she mused aloud: “Now what color would go best with gold?”
Beneath the cloak, she wore her best gown … a lovely creation of lavender velvet lavishly adorned with lace and embroidery. It was too cold to walk around without her cloak so it was unlikely that anybody would see it unless she went into the Hold itself. Still, she thought that a gather was an appropriate time to dress up, no matter what the season.
There were people milling about everywhere, including other dragonriders. Even some of the holderfolk had firelizards, she noticed. Occasionally, Scarlet would chirp at one and it would chirp back, almost as if they were communicating with each other. Perhaps they were. Ambrya could sense Scarlet's emotions. Maybe they communicated by empathy.
A fabric stall caught her attention and she strolled over to it, marveling at the beautifully colored bolts of cloth stacked on tables and hanging from the awning. I think I'll make another covering for Tesamyth's couch, she thought. Reaching out to her dragon's mind, she felt a deep contentment. Apparently, the gold had found a place to sun and had dozed off. She would just have to choose a hue herself.
Running her fingers over a bolt of soft turquoise cotton, she mused aloud: “Now what color would go best with gold?”