12.Jan.13, 02:12 PM
"Ah, see," Ellaira said, leaning forward on bother her elbows. "Therein lies the rub. For I--" she emphasized the word with a waggle of her belt-knife, "was never actually searched." The woman gave him an arch look, before piercing a piece of cut fruit with her knife and removing it delicately with her teeth. It was delightful to have fruit almost turn-round; a benefit of living in a near-tropical location, and a healthy way to satisfy her incessant sweet tooth.
"I'm weyrbred, in the age bracket, and two of my siblings Impressed, back in the north, so I suppose I get put on the Sands by dint of existing. But," and she shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal, though she'd gotten into a screaming fight with one of the Searchriders over it, "I've never had a dragon speak for me, save to bring me to the South." She put a hand up to her shoulder as she felt Warbler slipping - the fire-lizard had gone from wakefulness into the sleep of the dead in moments. He fell into her palm and curled up again without so much as blinking, earning him an eyeroll.
It wasn't lost on Ellaira that A'liran had missed her invitation to introduce Warbler to his green dragon, but it seemed, oh, rude or something to say it again, when it didn't fit in the conversation. She'd offer again, sometime, maybe when he finished eating and was about to leave, or something. Part of it was selfish: Ellaira missed spending time with dragons, and Morelkyth, had, after all, been a green dragon. She was comfortable with greenriders and their dragons, and, well, she needed some friends. There was only so much she could talk about with her fellow beastcrafters or her children, after all.
"I'm weyrbred, in the age bracket, and two of my siblings Impressed, back in the north, so I suppose I get put on the Sands by dint of existing. But," and she shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal, though she'd gotten into a screaming fight with one of the Searchriders over it, "I've never had a dragon speak for me, save to bring me to the South." She put a hand up to her shoulder as she felt Warbler slipping - the fire-lizard had gone from wakefulness into the sleep of the dead in moments. He fell into her palm and curled up again without so much as blinking, earning him an eyeroll.
It wasn't lost on Ellaira that A'liran had missed her invitation to introduce Warbler to his green dragon, but it seemed, oh, rude or something to say it again, when it didn't fit in the conversation. She'd offer again, sometime, maybe when he finished eating and was about to leave, or something. Part of it was selfish: Ellaira missed spending time with dragons, and Morelkyth, had, after all, been a green dragon. She was comfortable with greenriders and their dragons, and, well, she needed some friends. There was only so much she could talk about with her fellow beastcrafters or her children, after all.