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26.Jan.12, 01:46 AM
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As Ronarth spoke to Grith obliviously, Par'a felt a mixture of exasperation and indignation filtering down through their mental bond. Shaking her head she downed her glass of wine and refilled it, careful not to spill a drop of the precious liquid. Pell, I want to go for a swim. Grith said fiercely, now having taken to ignoring Ronarth. Par'a closed her eyes for a moment as she chided Grith privately, a smile gracing her face as she attempted to reason with the Green.
"Mm, Grith adores company too, anyone that will listen to her is welcome. But for some reason, Bronzes aren't good company. Everyone has their quirks though, eh?" Par'a said, opening her eyes. While D'ren spoke of all the work they still had to perform sans Holds she bent to her plate, shovelling more food in than she seemed capable of consuming without choking. When D'ren fell silent and E'lore took up that space she glanced up in surprise, having not heard the Weyrlady approaching. Her eyebrows raised somewhat as she pulled an expression resembling understanding, nodding in greeting to E'lore.
"Well, I'm glad all that is in your capable hands!" She said, laughing softly at the thought of the turmoil the Weyr would be in had she been in charge of such things. "What trouble have the weyrbrats been stirring up this time?" She asked, quite intrigued. "I remember the ones at High Reaches being quite notorious for stealing food and having picnics on the hatching sands. There was always complaints of burnt skin afterwards of course!" Par'a laughed again, swirling the wine in her glass around as she thought back to the old days.
We were always there! The little wingless ones always gave me tasty treats! Grith loudly broadcast to the growing group of riders. Par'a's face contorted into playful shame, shaking her head comically.
"Oh hush Grith, what would you remember! Forgetful lizard." Par'a scolded playfully. "Perhaps I shouldn't talk to her of the old days so often," she added to D'ren and E'lore, grinning sheepishly.
As Ronarth spoke to Grith obliviously, Par'a felt a mixture of exasperation and indignation filtering down through their mental bond. Shaking her head she downed her glass of wine and refilled it, careful not to spill a drop of the precious liquid. Pell, I want to go for a swim. Grith said fiercely, now having taken to ignoring Ronarth. Par'a closed her eyes for a moment as she chided Grith privately, a smile gracing her face as she attempted to reason with the Green.
"Mm, Grith adores company too, anyone that will listen to her is welcome. But for some reason, Bronzes aren't good company. Everyone has their quirks though, eh?" Par'a said, opening her eyes. While D'ren spoke of all the work they still had to perform sans Holds she bent to her plate, shovelling more food in than she seemed capable of consuming without choking. When D'ren fell silent and E'lore took up that space she glanced up in surprise, having not heard the Weyrlady approaching. Her eyebrows raised somewhat as she pulled an expression resembling understanding, nodding in greeting to E'lore.
"Well, I'm glad all that is in your capable hands!" She said, laughing softly at the thought of the turmoil the Weyr would be in had she been in charge of such things. "What trouble have the weyrbrats been stirring up this time?" She asked, quite intrigued. "I remember the ones at High Reaches being quite notorious for stealing food and having picnics on the hatching sands. There was always complaints of burnt skin afterwards of course!" Par'a laughed again, swirling the wine in her glass around as she thought back to the old days.
We were always there! The little wingless ones always gave me tasty treats! Grith loudly broadcast to the growing group of riders. Par'a's face contorted into playful shame, shaking her head comically.
"Oh hush Grith, what would you remember! Forgetful lizard." Par'a scolded playfully. "Perhaps I shouldn't talk to her of the old days so often," she added to D'ren and E'lore, grinning sheepishly.
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