17.Aug.23, 08:44 AM
Nonalia vaguely remembers one of her mother's sayings about early risers winning... something, attempting to persuade her to get out of bed in the mornings she just didn't want to. If only her mother could see her now, rising early enough that the day hadn't even begun yet, most of the weyr still quiet. She padded quietly through the weyr to reach the sand below, Laniath watching curiously from her ledge to see what her silly little rider was doing. The redheaded woman waved cheerfully up at her dragon, taking a few steps backward to peer up at her before continuing to walk one the warm sand.
Don't hurt yourself out there. The gold murmured softly, laying her head on her paws to watch the young woman frolick in the sand. Lia was happy, cheerful even, and that was enough for her to keep from being more overprotective than a walk needed to be. At least for now, when the rest of the weyr stirred, she might reevaluate that stance.
I'll be fine. No one is awake, the sun isn't even over the horizon, and the sand is soft instead of hot. You sure you don't want to join me? The sand was soft between her toes, cradling her feet with each step. It felt good, as opposed to uncomfortable when the temperature rose alongside the sun.
I'm sure. You enjoy your walk, just be back for breakfast and a bath before the day begins.
And she would. Probably. She's not paying much attention to anything other than where she's placing her feet, being mindful not to step on anything that is peeking up out of the sand. She won't go far, of course, there were still a few things that needed to be done this morning, and a long walk would only agitate Laniath. Well, that, and she hated to keep Lassalla waiting on her if she could help it. With her in mind, her thoughts wandered, trying to remember if there was something else she was supposed to do this morning before breakfast.
Her foot caught something buried in the sand, and she fell, arms thrown out to catch her fall but earning her a face full of sand. She was normally so much more graceful than this, and she hoped no one had been around to see that. It was embarassing enough to have done it to begin with. Her ankle throbbed painfully, twisted in the fall but not likely broken, still hurting enough to earn a few unladylike words from her lips.
Don't hurt yourself out there. The gold murmured softly, laying her head on her paws to watch the young woman frolick in the sand. Lia was happy, cheerful even, and that was enough for her to keep from being more overprotective than a walk needed to be. At least for now, when the rest of the weyr stirred, she might reevaluate that stance.
I'll be fine. No one is awake, the sun isn't even over the horizon, and the sand is soft instead of hot. You sure you don't want to join me? The sand was soft between her toes, cradling her feet with each step. It felt good, as opposed to uncomfortable when the temperature rose alongside the sun.
I'm sure. You enjoy your walk, just be back for breakfast and a bath before the day begins.
And she would. Probably. She's not paying much attention to anything other than where she's placing her feet, being mindful not to step on anything that is peeking up out of the sand. She won't go far, of course, there were still a few things that needed to be done this morning, and a long walk would only agitate Laniath. Well, that, and she hated to keep Lassalla waiting on her if she could help it. With her in mind, her thoughts wandered, trying to remember if there was something else she was supposed to do this morning before breakfast.
Her foot caught something buried in the sand, and she fell, arms thrown out to catch her fall but earning her a face full of sand. She was normally so much more graceful than this, and she hoped no one had been around to see that. It was embarassing enough to have done it to begin with. Her ankle throbbed painfully, twisted in the fall but not likely broken, still hurting enough to earn a few unladylike words from her lips.