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27.Apr.18, 04:28 PM
“My father gave Scarlet's egg to me on my twelfth birthday. I had been begging for a firelizard ever since the first clutch was found. I impressed Tesa over a year later, and I think caring for Scarlet taught me a lot about taking care of a dragon. Maybe that's why I impressed so young and at my first hatching. I was really surprised when I first heard Tesa's voice in my mind.” She laughed lightly. “You might have seen shock on my face if you had looked my way. I'm not sure if Tesa or Halomirth hatched first.”
You should have known that I would choose you. I don't know why you were so startled. I could hear it in your voice.
Like I told you many times before, it is very rare for a girl my age to impress these days. Even now, I wouldn't be able to stand for a couple more years if I had not been raised in a Weyr.
I would have chosen you anyway, even if you had just been watching. We were meant to be together.
The young gold looked toward the shore in alarm when Ambrya fell on her arse, and she assured her that she was fine and that nothing was hurt but her pride. “Go for it,” she told F'drel. “I'm certainly not going to wrestle with it again. It's almost as if it doesn't want to return to the ocean.”
She watched as the greenrider picked up the fish and headed toward the water. “You're doing much better than I did,” she called after him, rising to her knees and gathering up the rest of the shells. Scarlet stopped fluttering around her head and settled upon the sand, tilting her little head as she observed what her mistress was doing.
Tesamyth waded after Halomirth at a slower pace, gazing at the fish curiously. Scarlet is stupid. She should have eaten it instead of giving it to you.
Have you forgotten that she stole some meatrolls from the kitchen only a few hours ago? I doubt she's hungry.
Then she should have left it in the sea.
Ambrya sighed. Try telling her that.
By the time F'drel returned, she had risen to her feet and was brushing the sand from the front and back of her gown. The basket was still on the ground. “Thank you for putting it back. I don't think I could have left there to die and Scarlet obviously lost interest in it.” She grinned playfully. “We both smell like fish now. When we get back to the Weyr, everyone will wonder what we've been up to.”
Bending down again, she picked up the basket. Scarlet launched upwards and perched on the pad on Ambrya's shoulder. “Yes, I believe I got them all. Shall we continue our stroll?”
You should have known that I would choose you. I don't know why you were so startled. I could hear it in your voice.
Like I told you many times before, it is very rare for a girl my age to impress these days. Even now, I wouldn't be able to stand for a couple more years if I had not been raised in a Weyr.
I would have chosen you anyway, even if you had just been watching. We were meant to be together.
The young gold looked toward the shore in alarm when Ambrya fell on her arse, and she assured her that she was fine and that nothing was hurt but her pride. “Go for it,” she told F'drel. “I'm certainly not going to wrestle with it again. It's almost as if it doesn't want to return to the ocean.”
She watched as the greenrider picked up the fish and headed toward the water. “You're doing much better than I did,” she called after him, rising to her knees and gathering up the rest of the shells. Scarlet stopped fluttering around her head and settled upon the sand, tilting her little head as she observed what her mistress was doing.
Tesamyth waded after Halomirth at a slower pace, gazing at the fish curiously. Scarlet is stupid. She should have eaten it instead of giving it to you.
Have you forgotten that she stole some meatrolls from the kitchen only a few hours ago? I doubt she's hungry.
Then she should have left it in the sea.
Ambrya sighed. Try telling her that.
By the time F'drel returned, she had risen to her feet and was brushing the sand from the front and back of her gown. The basket was still on the ground. “Thank you for putting it back. I don't think I could have left there to die and Scarlet obviously lost interest in it.” She grinned playfully. “We both smell like fish now. When we get back to the Weyr, everyone will wonder what we've been up to.”
Bending down again, she picked up the basket. Scarlet launched upwards and perched on the pad on Ambrya's shoulder. “Yes, I believe I got them all. Shall we continue our stroll?”
