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26.Mar.18, 10:53 PM
As a result of F’drel’s inability to say no to his dragon, the pair headed to the beach in the late morning sun. He’d managed to convince Halomirth to wait a few hours, before setting out; He had a few tasks around the Weyr to see to before he could justify gallivanting off to swim — despite the high regard riders gave their dragons’ desires, it was frowned upon to drop everything on a whim of a dragon, especially a green.
F’drel could feel Halomirth’s excitement as they approached the beach, and even before he laid eyes on another dragon himself he knew they weren’t going to be alone. The special brand of ‘about to see a friend’ emotions was clear enough through their bond. ‘Friend’ didn’t particularly narrow down who it was, since Miri considered everyone a friend, but at least it meant they were probably from Ista. Getting closer, F’drel could see the glint of a golden hide in the water. From this distance, he could only identify the color, not the dragon.
Tesamyth. Of Ambrya. Halomirth informed him. F’drel patted her neck in thanks and confirmation. The pair had been in their weyrling class, as he recalled.
Within minutes Halomirth was gliding down to land on the beach, careful to keep a respectful distance from Ambrya (She and F’drel had had a conversation on landing too close to people, especially people in skirts. Something about wings and wind? Halomirth hadn’t gotten the point entirely on that, but she understood not getting to close to people suddenly if you didn’t have permission). She let F’drel slide off before she headed over to the edge of the water, barely restraining herself from running in.
Hello, Tesamyth! She called, May I come swim with you?
Letting Miri go say hi to the other dragon, F’drel politely greeted Ambrya, though he stayed where he was, watching Halomirth.
F’drel could feel Halomirth’s excitement as they approached the beach, and even before he laid eyes on another dragon himself he knew they weren’t going to be alone. The special brand of ‘about to see a friend’ emotions was clear enough through their bond. ‘Friend’ didn’t particularly narrow down who it was, since Miri considered everyone a friend, but at least it meant they were probably from Ista. Getting closer, F’drel could see the glint of a golden hide in the water. From this distance, he could only identify the color, not the dragon.
Tesamyth. Of Ambrya. Halomirth informed him. F’drel patted her neck in thanks and confirmation. The pair had been in their weyrling class, as he recalled.
Within minutes Halomirth was gliding down to land on the beach, careful to keep a respectful distance from Ambrya (She and F’drel had had a conversation on landing too close to people, especially people in skirts. Something about wings and wind? Halomirth hadn’t gotten the point entirely on that, but she understood not getting to close to people suddenly if you didn’t have permission). She let F’drel slide off before she headed over to the edge of the water, barely restraining herself from running in.
Hello, Tesamyth! She called, May I come swim with you?
Letting Miri go say hi to the other dragon, F’drel politely greeted Ambrya, though he stayed where he was, watching Halomirth.
