27.Dec.23, 08:29 PM
"I'serin," the bronzerider said with a deep, respectful bow. It was something he had practiced enough to be graceful at it, making it look like a regular part of his mannerisms with his ease of motion, rather than the awkward act most others did. He let Aluneth introduce himself to Laniath. "Our gratitude for the welcome," I'serin went on to say, "and the warmth. High Reaches is far too chilly this time of the season."
Introductions complete, I'serin reached up to release the buckles on the straps holding the books. "I'll not take up a terrible amount of your time," he said, "as I am sure you busy with Weyr business." He opened one of the sacks for her to see the contents. "The latest from the harpers of the north. Tales, maps, songs...plus some empty notebooks and parchments to be filled later by whoever needs it." He let her take that sack if she wanted while he hefted the other one across one shoulder. "If you will direct me as to where to leave them..."
While they deposited the satchels, I'serin brought the conversation back to something he had previously noted her saying. "The snow, you mentioned. Were you from the north? Where?" he asked.
Aluneth, in the meanwhile, had settled into a couchant position, his neck arched and his eyes on Laniath resting. Like his rider, he disliked small talk and yet, the dragon had to start somewhere with conversation. Do you like reading as well? he asked the gold.
Introductions complete, I'serin reached up to release the buckles on the straps holding the books. "I'll not take up a terrible amount of your time," he said, "as I am sure you busy with Weyr business." He opened one of the sacks for her to see the contents. "The latest from the harpers of the north. Tales, maps, songs...plus some empty notebooks and parchments to be filled later by whoever needs it." He let her take that sack if she wanted while he hefted the other one across one shoulder. "If you will direct me as to where to leave them..."
While they deposited the satchels, I'serin brought the conversation back to something he had previously noted her saying. "The snow, you mentioned. Were you from the north? Where?" he asked.
Aluneth, in the meanwhile, had settled into a couchant position, his neck arched and his eyes on Laniath resting. Like his rider, he disliked small talk and yet, the dragon had to start somewhere with conversation. Do you like reading as well? he asked the gold.