17.Aug.23, 11:44 AM
V'ler had absolutely no desire to go with V'ra and visit their spawn. Truthfully, he was just being lazy. He didn't mind the girls and he loved the warmth and sometimes even a swim. It was just a hassle to go out and he definitely still did not like going between if he didn't have to. But Veeth had Veethed him to near death and V'ler decided it was easier to give in to the pestering and even the mostly valid points in favour of going.
"I can't put the straps on if you keep dancing around," V'ler pointed out with a sigh before moving to hang the straps back on their hook.But how can I not dance? We're going to see the girls and going swimming! And it'll be so warm which will be nice for all of us before we move to High Reaches. Ayyonth and Larrikith said it's super cold there and I could have icicles for toes! Do you think that's possible? V'ler hoped not considering his own hatred of the cold, but V'ra didn't want to lose V'ia as an assistant and he said the muses in Telgar were getting a bit boring and predictable, so why not move as well?
After convincing Veeth their toes would be fine and wrangling the straps on him, V'ler grabbed his guitar and they were off. One of the many points flung at him by the adorable dragon was that he could play the new kid songs he had written a few months ago and had yet to share with the spawn. They were decent critics and V'ler was certain Varlea could make it into Harper Hall with her budding voice and ability to keep time to his songs if she so desired. He didn't think R'nya and Rhaedalyn would want the girl to leave the Weyr, however, and V'ler didn't fancy having that battle.
When they appeared above Ista and angled to the beach, V'ler allowed himself a brief moment to smile, eyes shut, and soak up the sun with the knowledge that they made it through another jump between. There was a brief moment of wondering if they should have moved to Igen or Ista, but he knew the constant heat would make them both cranky. Visits would have to do.
Veeth barely contained his excitement long enough to have his straps removed before bounding toward the water to join the girls and Venseth. Just watching his dragon play left him exhausted and he said as much as he called out a greeting to V'ra. "Don't drown, Vara. I'm too tired to pretend I'd save you."
He unrolled the blanket strapped to his pack and spread it out on the sand before making himself comfortable, guitar resting on his lap. He waved in greeting when the kids spotted him and then waved for them to keep playing as there wasn't a need to come drip on him just yet for a brief exchange of words before they inevitably ran back to the water and dragons. After a few minutes, the guitar was picked up and a song lazily strummed out. He didn't sing, just played whatever came into his head.
"I can't put the straps on if you keep dancing around," V'ler pointed out with a sigh before moving to hang the straps back on their hook.
After convincing Veeth their toes would be fine and wrangling the straps on him, V'ler grabbed his guitar and they were off. One of the many points flung at him by the adorable dragon was that he could play the new kid songs he had written a few months ago and had yet to share with the spawn. They were decent critics and V'ler was certain Varlea could make it into Harper Hall with her budding voice and ability to keep time to his songs if she so desired. He didn't think R'nya and Rhaedalyn would want the girl to leave the Weyr, however, and V'ler didn't fancy having that battle.
When they appeared above Ista and angled to the beach, V'ler allowed himself a brief moment to smile, eyes shut, and soak up the sun with the knowledge that they made it through another jump between. There was a brief moment of wondering if they should have moved to Igen or Ista, but he knew the constant heat would make them both cranky. Visits would have to do.
Veeth barely contained his excitement long enough to have his straps removed before bounding toward the water to join the girls and Venseth. Just watching his dragon play left him exhausted and he said as much as he called out a greeting to V'ra. "Don't drown, Vara. I'm too tired to pretend I'd save you."
He unrolled the blanket strapped to his pack and spread it out on the sand before making himself comfortable, guitar resting on his lap. He waved in greeting when the kids spotted him and then waved for them to keep playing as there wasn't a need to come drip on him just yet for a brief exchange of words before they inevitably ran back to the water and dragons. After a few minutes, the guitar was picked up and a song lazily strummed out. He didn't sing, just played whatever came into his head.