25.Mar.18, 04:26 PM
Ambrya doubted that she would leave until they kicked her out either. Tesamyth seemed perfectly content to doze in the sun all day. Perhaps when it began to set, the dragon would be ready to go, but that was still hours away. She was glad that she and Tesamyth were so alike in personality, which didn't appear to be the case with Casa and her gold. She didn't know the other girl well, but maybe it was time to remedy that. The young blonde didn't have any friends among the goldriders yet and Casa was probably the closest to her in age.
She noticed the way T'ryn glanced sideways, a trait she had come to associate with communication between riders and dragons. Most likely, she did it too, even though she wasn't aware of it. Even some of the older riders looked rather distant when talking to their dragons. With others, you couldn't tell. Ambrya never really thought about it much because she didn't care if everyone in Pern knew when Tesamyth was speaking to her.
The bronzerider reached toward Scarlet. “It's fortunate that you aren't holding a meatroll,” Ambrya said with a lyrical chuckle. “She has stolen them out of the hands of people before.” After swallowing the last bite of the one her mistress had given her, the little green sniffed T'ryn's hand and then butted her head against it as if she wished to be petted. The silly thing did love attention.
“I just got here about a half hour ago, so I haven't had much time to look around,” Ambrya admitted. “This fabric stall drew my attention first, because I really like to sew. My sister taught me as soon as I was able to hold a needle without pricking myself and I've been making my own clothes ever since. I started making coverings for Tesamyth's couches as soon as I impressed her. She's outgrown most of them now.”
Realizing that she was rambling, the young girl blushed, hoping that T'ryn wouldn't notice. “I thought I might buy myself some jewelry, but now that you mention it, I could use a rug. The floor gets rather cold at night. Have you seen any stalls that sell them?”
She noticed the way T'ryn glanced sideways, a trait she had come to associate with communication between riders and dragons. Most likely, she did it too, even though she wasn't aware of it. Even some of the older riders looked rather distant when talking to their dragons. With others, you couldn't tell. Ambrya never really thought about it much because she didn't care if everyone in Pern knew when Tesamyth was speaking to her.
The bronzerider reached toward Scarlet. “It's fortunate that you aren't holding a meatroll,” Ambrya said with a lyrical chuckle. “She has stolen them out of the hands of people before.” After swallowing the last bite of the one her mistress had given her, the little green sniffed T'ryn's hand and then butted her head against it as if she wished to be petted. The silly thing did love attention.
“I just got here about a half hour ago, so I haven't had much time to look around,” Ambrya admitted. “This fabric stall drew my attention first, because I really like to sew. My sister taught me as soon as I was able to hold a needle without pricking myself and I've been making my own clothes ever since. I started making coverings for Tesamyth's couches as soon as I impressed her. She's outgrown most of them now.”
Realizing that she was rambling, the young girl blushed, hoping that T'ryn wouldn't notice. “I thought I might buy myself some jewelry, but now that you mention it, I could use a rug. The floor gets rather cold at night. Have you seen any stalls that sell them?”