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18.Jan.23, 02:53 AM
Tala was grateful that Benden Weyr wasn’t significantly colder than Telgar was. Still a far cry from Katila and Ista, but she’d gotten used to Telgar in the turns she’d lived there, so the adjustment period between Telgar and Benden was much smoother than the adjustment from Ista to Telgar. Admittedly, it helped that she didn’t have a baby dragon to deal with this time, too.
Still, it was her first Benden winter, which felt significant enough to make note of. Not that it being winter significantly changed the routine inside the Weyr all that much. She and Niath still went down to the lake so Niath could swim and roll in the sand when they had the time, as they did now. Niath wriggled a tad ungracefully for a dragon of her size, and Tala laughed at her as she determinedly stuck all her limbs as far into the sand as she could get them. She often let whichever group of weyrlings they were currently assisting bury her almost completely in the sand. It had just meant Tala had needed to get good at making sure Niath didn’t bring buckets of sand into their weyr on her hide, especially now that she shared the space with a gold dragon.
Sand is exfoliating, Niath reminded her, as she often did, despite knowing Tala knew the fact well. She’d had to explain it to enough weyrlings for it to be burned into her memory, but Niath liked to say it anyway. Factoid given, Niath settled more comfortably in the sand and gave a contended hum, eyes half closed in contentment. Tala watched her with a smile, always enjoying the moments she got to just watch her dragon. She had yet to tire of it in the turns since Impressing, and she doubted she ever would.
Suddenly, Niath’s contented hum stopped, and she opened her eyes and tilted her head upwards to watch the sky.
Cimbreth is here, she said. Tala followed her line of sight to see the green approaching, and squinted to confirm her rider was with her. She recognized the dragon’s name, and could match it to the rider’s: Johar. Tala made it her business to know who her fellow green ladies were, few of them as they were.
“I hope you weren’t planning to nap, dear, it looks like it’s time to be social,” Tala said, watching as the dragon and rider got closer.
Still, it was her first Benden winter, which felt significant enough to make note of. Not that it being winter significantly changed the routine inside the Weyr all that much. She and Niath still went down to the lake so Niath could swim and roll in the sand when they had the time, as they did now. Niath wriggled a tad ungracefully for a dragon of her size, and Tala laughed at her as she determinedly stuck all her limbs as far into the sand as she could get them. She often let whichever group of weyrlings they were currently assisting bury her almost completely in the sand. It had just meant Tala had needed to get good at making sure Niath didn’t bring buckets of sand into their weyr on her hide, especially now that she shared the space with a gold dragon.
Suddenly, Niath’s contented hum stopped, and she opened her eyes and tilted her head upwards to watch the sky.
“I hope you weren’t planning to nap, dear, it looks like it’s time to be social,” Tala said, watching as the dragon and rider got closer.
