25.Aug.12, 11:36 PM
Hearing a male voice call out, surprisingly close and not from within the hatching sands like she was expecting an angry shout from, Aparicus came to a hesitant halt in the middle of the large opening. Her heart raced as she stood there, knowing she was at the mercy of the gold dragon out in the open and so close to her clutch. Ah, but past had taught Aparicus that ignoring a man’s call could result in terrible things while she had yet to really face a dragon’s wrath.
Her past won out in that hesitant battle.
Turning slowly, she looked at the man wide-eyed and slightly shaking. When the question actually registered in her mind, however, confusion was added to her already expression-filled face. “A lost dragon? How… How does somebody lose a dragon?” she asked, completely baffled. After being at the Weyr for two turns, she was learning to recognize faces of the many people here. She recognized him as a popular rider during celebrations, but she couldn’t bring to her mind to remember a time she had spoken with him or learned his name.
Considering the question for a moment, she finally shook her head, a movement that had the brown waves of her hair bouncing over her shoulders and shifting the hat on her head. Adjusting it again for fear of the wind scooping it away, she added. “No, Sir. I haven’t seen any lost looking dragons, they all seem to have riders to me.”
Her past won out in that hesitant battle.
Turning slowly, she looked at the man wide-eyed and slightly shaking. When the question actually registered in her mind, however, confusion was added to her already expression-filled face. “A lost dragon? How… How does somebody lose a dragon?” she asked, completely baffled. After being at the Weyr for two turns, she was learning to recognize faces of the many people here. She recognized him as a popular rider during celebrations, but she couldn’t bring to her mind to remember a time she had spoken with him or learned his name.
Considering the question for a moment, she finally shook her head, a movement that had the brown waves of her hair bouncing over her shoulders and shifting the hat on her head. Adjusting it again for fear of the wind scooping it away, she added. “No, Sir. I haven’t seen any lost looking dragons, they all seem to have riders to me.”