17.Apr.12, 11:57 PM
Pell?
‘Yes love?’
I love you.
‘I love you too.’
Par’a leaned back in her chair, reaching out to feel for Grith’s mind. What met her was a wild tornado of emotions, though in truth that was rather normal. What stood out was Grith’s determination to remember something. Par’a knew what that determination meant and as she felt it her face lit up.
Rising she began to bustle about, tossing her discarded clothes into a cupboard and moving anything fragile or well loved into tucked away corners where they couldn’t be reached. By the time she had finished tidying her hut Grith had clawed her way onto the roof of Par’a’s hut and reared up, her wings spread wide.
Oh, how she shone.
Come to me,
Her voice was thick and velvety, broadcast across the entire Weyr. Every dragon heard it, every human.
be pretty with me.
Several Weyrbrats outside Par’a’s hut gazed up at her in awe, the paint she had insisted be layered on as thick as could be still dripping wet on her hide. With a lusty challenge she shrieked and pushed up from the roof. Within the hut Par’a winced as it shook, but was thankful that the sturdy structure held its own against the Green.
And she waited.
‘Yes love?’
I love you.
‘I love you too.’
Par’a leaned back in her chair, reaching out to feel for Grith’s mind. What met her was a wild tornado of emotions, though in truth that was rather normal. What stood out was Grith’s determination to remember something. Par’a knew what that determination meant and as she felt it her face lit up.
Rising she began to bustle about, tossing her discarded clothes into a cupboard and moving anything fragile or well loved into tucked away corners where they couldn’t be reached. By the time she had finished tidying her hut Grith had clawed her way onto the roof of Par’a’s hut and reared up, her wings spread wide.
Oh, how she shone.
Come to me,
Her voice was thick and velvety, broadcast across the entire Weyr. Every dragon heard it, every human.
be pretty with me.
Several Weyrbrats outside Par’a’s hut gazed up at her in awe, the paint she had insisted be layered on as thick as could be still dripping wet on her hide. With a lusty challenge she shrieked and pushed up from the roof. Within the hut Par’a winced as it shook, but was thankful that the sturdy structure held its own against the Green.
And she waited.
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