10.Apr.18, 03:39 AM
With a happy trill Halomirth plunged into the water and headed over to Tesamyth. The gold was a good bit taller than Halomirth, but that didn’t stop her from wading out to the same depth — thankfully not too deep!
Hello! Halomirth said, sending a few waves towards Tesamyth by beating her wings slowly in the water. The water is nice today. How are you doing? We haven’t spoken recently. We should, I think. She said, rapid fire as she bobbed in the water. Halomirth really wanted to get to know Tesamyth better, become proper friends. They had hatched together after all, why shouldn’t they be friends? It made sense to her.
F’drel nodded to Ambrya as she approached. He’d forgotten how young she was, and even younger at Impression. Not that he’d been paying much attention to her as a weyrling; he’d had Halomirth to deal with, and goldriders didn’t have much to do with the young greenriders as a general rule, F’drel found. So you ended up running into those from your weyrling class without ever really having met them before.
“I imagine they mind the cold less than we do, what with their ability to go between. It’s so cold there I figure the ocean’s comfortable at this temperature.” He shrugged. “Hardly comfortable for me though, so I believe I will walk with you.” He gestured for Ambrya to lead the way. F’drel didn’t want to interrupt whatever she was doing — collecting shells, if the contents of her basket were any indication — but he also didn’t want to be rude and ignore her.
“Find any good ones?” He asked, glancing at the basket.
Hello! Halomirth said, sending a few waves towards Tesamyth by beating her wings slowly in the water. The water is nice today. How are you doing? We haven’t spoken recently. We should, I think. She said, rapid fire as she bobbed in the water. Halomirth really wanted to get to know Tesamyth better, become proper friends. They had hatched together after all, why shouldn’t they be friends? It made sense to her.
F’drel nodded to Ambrya as she approached. He’d forgotten how young she was, and even younger at Impression. Not that he’d been paying much attention to her as a weyrling; he’d had Halomirth to deal with, and goldriders didn’t have much to do with the young greenriders as a general rule, F’drel found. So you ended up running into those from your weyrling class without ever really having met them before.
“I imagine they mind the cold less than we do, what with their ability to go between. It’s so cold there I figure the ocean’s comfortable at this temperature.” He shrugged. “Hardly comfortable for me though, so I believe I will walk with you.” He gestured for Ambrya to lead the way. F’drel didn’t want to interrupt whatever she was doing — collecting shells, if the contents of her basket were any indication — but he also didn’t want to be rude and ignore her.
“Find any good ones?” He asked, glancing at the basket.