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23.Apr.18, 04:48 PM
Tesamyth had hatched from the same clutch as Halomirth, but she didn't like winter. The weather was too chilly to swim and a cold breeze often blew into her weyr from the ledge. Contrarily, between didn't bother her at all. It was an entirely different kind of cold and was over nearly as soon as it began. Winter lingered for months. Yet perhaps the main reason she hated the cold was that Ambrya didn't tolerate it well. She felt sad when her beloved rider was shivering no matter how many furs she wrapped around her.
You are lucky that you don't mind it. I wish it could always be warm like today.
The young gold turned slowly in a circle, watching Halomirth as she pranced around her. She was serene while the green was excitable, but she thought that the two of them would make great friends.
Ambrya was too busy to pay much attention to the dragons. As F'drel had surmised, she was not the least bit disgusted that Scarlet had dropped a fish into her basket. She had never been squeamish and feeding Tesamyth when she was small and watching her feed now that she was grown was just part of life. And Scarlet had given her some other strange gifts in the past, including a baby tunnelsnake that had slithered under her bed. She had thought that she would never be able to catch it, but when it slid out, Scarlet had picked it back up and flown off with it, presumably to eat it.
“I think they're all smarter than Scarlet.” Ambrya bent down as well, picking up her shoes and plopping them in the basket along with the shells. Now they, too, smelled like fish, but no matter. They were old. If the drudges couldn't get the smell out, she could always toss them away. “Scarlet may seem an odd name for a green firelizard but I named her that because she has a fondness for all things red.” She grinned at F'drel. “Be glad that your hair isn't red or she would probably be pulling it all the time.”
She followed his gaze over to the fish which was flopping in the sand. "I think we should put it back in the water." Standing up, she walked over to it, crouched down, and grabbed it by the tail. As she rose, it twitched against her midsection and she fell on her backside, startled. The fish slipped out of her grasp and back onto the sand. Ambrya just sat there for a moment, staring at it, and then looked up at F'drel. "I don't think I'm very good at catching fish," she laughed.
You are lucky that you don't mind it. I wish it could always be warm like today.
The young gold turned slowly in a circle, watching Halomirth as she pranced around her. She was serene while the green was excitable, but she thought that the two of them would make great friends.
Ambrya was too busy to pay much attention to the dragons. As F'drel had surmised, she was not the least bit disgusted that Scarlet had dropped a fish into her basket. She had never been squeamish and feeding Tesamyth when she was small and watching her feed now that she was grown was just part of life. And Scarlet had given her some other strange gifts in the past, including a baby tunnelsnake that had slithered under her bed. She had thought that she would never be able to catch it, but when it slid out, Scarlet had picked it back up and flown off with it, presumably to eat it.
“I think they're all smarter than Scarlet.” Ambrya bent down as well, picking up her shoes and plopping them in the basket along with the shells. Now they, too, smelled like fish, but no matter. They were old. If the drudges couldn't get the smell out, she could always toss them away. “Scarlet may seem an odd name for a green firelizard but I named her that because she has a fondness for all things red.” She grinned at F'drel. “Be glad that your hair isn't red or she would probably be pulling it all the time.”
She followed his gaze over to the fish which was flopping in the sand. "I think we should put it back in the water." Standing up, she walked over to it, crouched down, and grabbed it by the tail. As she rose, it twitched against her midsection and she fell on her backside, startled. The fish slipped out of her grasp and back onto the sand. Ambrya just sat there for a moment, staring at it, and then looked up at F'drel. "I don't think I'm very good at catching fish," she laughed.
