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18.Apr.18, 04:18 PM
We'll go to the beach again tomorrow, won't we?
Ambrya sighed as she worked on a golden satin-stitched flower she was embroidering on the mulberry cover she had recently made for Tesamyth's couch. She had finished dinner early and had decided to do a little sewing and perhaps socialize with the other goldriders. As she was the first in the room where they spent most of their free time, she had been able to choose a chair that was directly in the path of a glowbasket's light, which she needed in order to clearly see what she was doing.
We've gone almost every day for the last three weeks, she said. Aren't you getting tired of the ocean?
I love to swim, especially now that you can swim with me. The water was finally warm enough for Ambrya to enjoy it and it was always delightful to glide through the sea with her dragon by her side or riding upon her back. Sometimes she was joined by other dragonriders and occasionally, visitors from the holds watched them splashing around together.
Fine, we'll go tomorrow. I guess we should take advantage of the warmth in case it turns cold again.
Satisfied, Tesamyth lapsed into contented silence and Ambrya continued her embroidery, lost in her thoughts until a familiar voice brought her back to the present. She smiled as Casa plopped into the chair opposite hers. While she didn't know the other goldrider well, she found her quite pleasant and had been hoping that they could get to know each other better and perhaps become friends. Casa was not much older than she was and had also impressed at an early age. They at least had that in common.
“I'm embroidering this couch cover,” Ambrya replied, holding up the corner she was working on so that Casa could see. It was about a quarter of the way done, a border along the bottom edge consisting of golden flowers entwined with bright green leaves. “What do you think?”
Ambrya sighed as she worked on a golden satin-stitched flower she was embroidering on the mulberry cover she had recently made for Tesamyth's couch. She had finished dinner early and had decided to do a little sewing and perhaps socialize with the other goldriders. As she was the first in the room where they spent most of their free time, she had been able to choose a chair that was directly in the path of a glowbasket's light, which she needed in order to clearly see what she was doing.
We've gone almost every day for the last three weeks, she said. Aren't you getting tired of the ocean?
I love to swim, especially now that you can swim with me. The water was finally warm enough for Ambrya to enjoy it and it was always delightful to glide through the sea with her dragon by her side or riding upon her back. Sometimes she was joined by other dragonriders and occasionally, visitors from the holds watched them splashing around together.
Fine, we'll go tomorrow. I guess we should take advantage of the warmth in case it turns cold again.
Satisfied, Tesamyth lapsed into contented silence and Ambrya continued her embroidery, lost in her thoughts until a familiar voice brought her back to the present. She smiled as Casa plopped into the chair opposite hers. While she didn't know the other goldrider well, she found her quite pleasant and had been hoping that they could get to know each other better and perhaps become friends. Casa was not much older than she was and had also impressed at an early age. They at least had that in common.
“I'm embroidering this couch cover,” Ambrya replied, holding up the corner she was working on so that Casa could see. It was about a quarter of the way done, a border along the bottom edge consisting of golden flowers entwined with bright green leaves. “What do you think?”
