27.Feb.12, 10:53 AM
Par'a gave a light yet hearty laugh at Breccan's question as she shook her hand. "Oh, you couldn't find a dragon more friendly than Grith. And intrusive too, might I add…" Par'a replied as she let go of her hand. Breccan's pondering about their energetic natures was fairly spot on, were Grith bonded to anyone else they might have died from the sheer exhaustion of handling the exuberant dragon. That's why she had bonded to Par'a after all, they were a brilliant match.
Talian's nervous wave was noticed by Par'a, though she paid little heed to it. Many candidates reacted strongly to the dragonriders and it wasn't uncommon to be assumed to be a searchrider just because she rode a Green. Of course, Grith was banned from returning North, simply due to her inability to stay still and quiet, so Par'a couldn't be a searchrider even if she desperately wanted to. Which she didn't, how boring it would be to hide and snatch unwilling people. She preferred to meet people on their own terms, even if they had to be brought to Katila first by somebody else. His nervous glance to the window caused her to glance out, seeing Grith to now be stationary outside the window, her wings flared and golden-striped snout pressed against the window. "Grith if you break that I won't let you get painted for a week!" She threatened, though mostly it was to see how it affected Breccan and Talian. Par'a wouldn't dream of keeping Grith from being 'prettied' as she called it, it was the one time of the day she got some peace and quiet.
"New paints… No I haven't got any at the moment, though I could ask and see if we could get some bigger pots this time. They do run out awfully fast." Par'a answered Indivara, wondering who would be willing to brew such large batches of paints. The pots were already as tall as her knee and as wide as her hips, any larger and she'd have to sweet talk someone into snatching pots from the North. Well, she'd threaten to send Grith to them when the paints ran out. That always seemed to work. "Glitter… Hmm, maybe one of the smiths can create some paint that dries with a shine to it, like the Golds and Bronzes." Par'a mused.
She stifled a laugh as Indivara bragged about her dragon to Breccan, covering her mouth with a hand as she sniggered. It always amused her to see the weyrbrats speaking so fondly of her dragon. If only they could deal with her clingy insecurities all day long. When mention of Grith being bathed came up Par'a couldn't help herself and gave a loud, whooping laugh. "Grith hates being bathed too you know! But she knows if she leaves it on during the night she won't get prettied again the next day." She pointed out, giggling as Grith creeled her agreement outside.
With a sudden whooshing sound Grith launched herself into the air, flying up and out of sight of the window. A few moments later there was a thud on the roof. Par'a glanced up and sighed, grinning. She could tell from the thumps that broke out after the initial thud that Grith was prancing on the roof, making different shapes and patterns. "Ah, you silly girl." At least she couldn't break the roof. Or at least, she was yet to find a way to do so.
Talian's nervous wave was noticed by Par'a, though she paid little heed to it. Many candidates reacted strongly to the dragonriders and it wasn't uncommon to be assumed to be a searchrider just because she rode a Green. Of course, Grith was banned from returning North, simply due to her inability to stay still and quiet, so Par'a couldn't be a searchrider even if she desperately wanted to. Which she didn't, how boring it would be to hide and snatch unwilling people. She preferred to meet people on their own terms, even if they had to be brought to Katila first by somebody else. His nervous glance to the window caused her to glance out, seeing Grith to now be stationary outside the window, her wings flared and golden-striped snout pressed against the window. "Grith if you break that I won't let you get painted for a week!" She threatened, though mostly it was to see how it affected Breccan and Talian. Par'a wouldn't dream of keeping Grith from being 'prettied' as she called it, it was the one time of the day she got some peace and quiet.
"New paints… No I haven't got any at the moment, though I could ask and see if we could get some bigger pots this time. They do run out awfully fast." Par'a answered Indivara, wondering who would be willing to brew such large batches of paints. The pots were already as tall as her knee and as wide as her hips, any larger and she'd have to sweet talk someone into snatching pots from the North. Well, she'd threaten to send Grith to them when the paints ran out. That always seemed to work. "Glitter… Hmm, maybe one of the smiths can create some paint that dries with a shine to it, like the Golds and Bronzes." Par'a mused.
She stifled a laugh as Indivara bragged about her dragon to Breccan, covering her mouth with a hand as she sniggered. It always amused her to see the weyrbrats speaking so fondly of her dragon. If only they could deal with her clingy insecurities all day long. When mention of Grith being bathed came up Par'a couldn't help herself and gave a loud, whooping laugh. "Grith hates being bathed too you know! But she knows if she leaves it on during the night she won't get prettied again the next day." She pointed out, giggling as Grith creeled her agreement outside.
With a sudden whooshing sound Grith launched herself into the air, flying up and out of sight of the window. A few moments later there was a thud on the roof. Par'a glanced up and sighed, grinning. She could tell from the thumps that broke out after the initial thud that Grith was prancing on the roof, making different shapes and patterns. "Ah, you silly girl." At least she couldn't break the roof. Or at least, she was yet to find a way to do so.
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