11.Dec.19, 12:21 PM
“It is,” Rhaedalyn agreed, while looking around for the beautiful boy and smiling at him when she spotted him a bit in the distance on a ledge. Some dragons feared bespeaking her, afraid of what Aradissicath would do, especially when she was egg heavy and cranky, but the gold didn’t mind. Sometimes it was needed for the job, sometimes it was needed just as a friend and Aradissicath was on the same page as Luxilth—friends were good to have.
“Actually, Dissi plans to tell stories to some of the younger dragons tomorrow evening. How about the two of you join us on the sands? Luxilth can mingle with the dragons and I’ll bring the flowers for your hair, and if you bring the bells, I might let you add them to my hair.” She grinned, knowing the expression and what S’laire meant by it but also in love with the idea of at least one of them jingling as they parted ways. A part of her wondered if dressing Alyren in bells would help keep track of the girl that was getting quick and sneaky.
“I promise I won’t put in too many if you bring a bottle of wine,” she often had a glass with R’nya in the evening to help unwind after the day before bed, but Rhaedalyn felt like having some drinks with a friend while they caught up in greater detail when they weren’t standing outside the dining cavern sounded like a wonderful idea. “Unless you think getting your Weyrwoman tipsy is inappropriate. But as your Weyrwoman, I could also order you to drink with me, though I like it better asking as a friend to share some drinks with me while we just have fun. Assuming neither of us have forgotten how to have fun!” She laughed, though she really hoped that wasn’t the case! She liked to think she was at the very least still good company.
“Actually, Dissi plans to tell stories to some of the younger dragons tomorrow evening. How about the two of you join us on the sands? Luxilth can mingle with the dragons and I’ll bring the flowers for your hair, and if you bring the bells, I might let you add them to my hair.” She grinned, knowing the expression and what S’laire meant by it but also in love with the idea of at least one of them jingling as they parted ways. A part of her wondered if dressing Alyren in bells would help keep track of the girl that was getting quick and sneaky.
“I promise I won’t put in too many if you bring a bottle of wine,” she often had a glass with R’nya in the evening to help unwind after the day before bed, but Rhaedalyn felt like having some drinks with a friend while they caught up in greater detail when they weren’t standing outside the dining cavern sounded like a wonderful idea. “Unless you think getting your Weyrwoman tipsy is inappropriate. But as your Weyrwoman, I could also order you to drink with me, though I like it better asking as a friend to share some drinks with me while we just have fun. Assuming neither of us have forgotten how to have fun!” She laughed, though she really hoped that wasn’t the case! She liked to think she was at the very least still good company.