17.May.14, 04:28 AM
Syra dozed in the water while she listened to the greenrider talk, smiling in amusement when he guessed her reason for remaining in Katila. She wasn't offended that he didn't remember her name, she hadn't really made an effort to stand out from a crowd and most riders saw the kitchen staff as a single entity anyway. She also didn't feel the need to be overly chatty with the man, they were both there to relax after all. When the water moved around her and the little sounds of paddling greeted her ears, Syra pried open an eye and look down. One of Ali's bronzes had swam over and was eyeing Mimic with interest. The little green, had copied her rider and pried an eye open to look him over before hissing and ducking back behind the woman's hair. The same sound came from the other bronze in response to Mimic and Syra couldn't tell if they were about to have a tiny brawl on their hands. Annoyed by the loud sound directly in her hair, Syra fished the firelizard out of her locks and shoved her toward the other end of the pool. "Go be proddy somewhere else, that's enough being a bitch for one night." she grumbled, while settling back into the water with her hair pulled over her shoulder.
"Sometimes those bastards are more trouble than they are worth," she said affectionately. "But yeah, names are hard. I'm down here hoping to stand. Visited Telgar a couple times; it's pretty nice."Mimic had crawled out of the pool and was slowly making her way around back to Syra, but the woman didn't notice as she allowed herself to relax once more. She almost wished she had brought food from the kitchens, and lamented the fact that they had no good wine around to enjoy. If only Mimic were clever enough to know which wineskin was Syra's, she would have the little green fetch it. Mimic, however, was more apt to steal S'kef's wineskin than choose her bonded's. The woman made a mental note to try and teach her that particular trick in her spare time. Perhaps marking the skin in some way would help, she mused. It occurred to her that perhaps the bronzes were more easily trained for retrieval, "I was just thinking that I wished we had some wine. The hot springs are amazingly relaxing."
She fell back to silence with that, noting that it seemed to be a comfortable, companionable one instead of awkward. She had already spoken more than she usually did, preferring not to be one of those chatty women who couldn't appreciate silence and felt the need to fill it with chatter. Mimic had made her way away from the more inquisitive bronze and was eyeing him warily from across the pool. She had sat back on her haunches and was tucking her damp wings against her back when Syra, feeling like being mean, splashed her with hot spring water. She laughed aloud as Mimic squawked her fury and disappeared between. The woman wasn't worried, she would forget in minutes and show back up. For now, the silence was welcome and she allowed her muscles to unclench and her soreness to wash away. "Have you eaten tonight?" she asked, directing her attention back to the dragonrider. "One of the bronzerider's requested a roast tonight, so there is some left over if you wanted any."
"Sometimes those bastards are more trouble than they are worth," she said affectionately. "But yeah, names are hard. I'm down here hoping to stand. Visited Telgar a couple times; it's pretty nice."Mimic had crawled out of the pool and was slowly making her way around back to Syra, but the woman didn't notice as she allowed herself to relax once more. She almost wished she had brought food from the kitchens, and lamented the fact that they had no good wine around to enjoy. If only Mimic were clever enough to know which wineskin was Syra's, she would have the little green fetch it. Mimic, however, was more apt to steal S'kef's wineskin than choose her bonded's. The woman made a mental note to try and teach her that particular trick in her spare time. Perhaps marking the skin in some way would help, she mused. It occurred to her that perhaps the bronzes were more easily trained for retrieval, "I was just thinking that I wished we had some wine. The hot springs are amazingly relaxing."
She fell back to silence with that, noting that it seemed to be a comfortable, companionable one instead of awkward. She had already spoken more than she usually did, preferring not to be one of those chatty women who couldn't appreciate silence and felt the need to fill it with chatter. Mimic had made her way away from the more inquisitive bronze and was eyeing him warily from across the pool. She had sat back on her haunches and was tucking her damp wings against her back when Syra, feeling like being mean, splashed her with hot spring water. She laughed aloud as Mimic squawked her fury and disappeared between. The woman wasn't worried, she would forget in minutes and show back up. For now, the silence was welcome and she allowed her muscles to unclench and her soreness to wash away. "Have you eaten tonight?" she asked, directing her attention back to the dragonrider. "One of the bronzerider's requested a roast tonight, so there is some left over if you wanted any."