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21.Mar.21, 06:50 PM
The elegant young woman had been walking absently on the edge of the bowl, she had heard some things about dragons dying, never a good thing... especially golds dying. Rakka knew how important gold dragons were to the Weyr, and the fact that multiple golds had died was distressing to her, not as distressing, she suspected, as it was to the dragons. The world doesn't revolve around you Rakka. She reminded herself harshly.
She was about to retire indoors, when the flash of scales in the sky caught her attention. She would never be fully used to dragons materializing out of thin air, at least, she didn't think she would be. It was a neat trick really, she wished she could pull it off. Her clothing as usual was rather form-fitting, and she had her hair braided and rolled into a neat low bun.
She had learned early on that having loose hair around dragons (and wind) was an invitation to make a fool out of herself. And, as a young woman who took herself all too seriously, that was no good. As the dragon spiraled down, coming closer she noted that he either was the strangest blue dragon she'd ever seen, or someone had decorated him with bones.
How interesting. As the dragon's voice jumped into her mind, a smile spread over her face. It was always interesting to hear dragons, they all sounded different somehow. Her fingers moved up to the large shell that had been secured on a leather strap. The rainbow sheen from the jewelry always brought her joy.
Perhaps it was not a stone found in the ground, but shells had their own beauty. "It's a shell." She explained brightly, slipping it from over her neck, and holding it out towards the dragon to study. "It's from my old Hold." She added, though that really wouldn't help any. Why couldn't she just shut up?
"I'm Rakka, you're quite a nice looking dragon, what have you got on you? Are those bones? Where did you get them? Is there any particular reason you're wearing them?" The questions burst forth from her lips, a smile ever present on her pointed face, large eyes bright with interest as she chattered away.
She was about to retire indoors, when the flash of scales in the sky caught her attention. She would never be fully used to dragons materializing out of thin air, at least, she didn't think she would be. It was a neat trick really, she wished she could pull it off. Her clothing as usual was rather form-fitting, and she had her hair braided and rolled into a neat low bun.
She had learned early on that having loose hair around dragons (and wind) was an invitation to make a fool out of herself. And, as a young woman who took herself all too seriously, that was no good. As the dragon spiraled down, coming closer she noted that he either was the strangest blue dragon she'd ever seen, or someone had decorated him with bones.
How interesting. As the dragon's voice jumped into her mind, a smile spread over her face. It was always interesting to hear dragons, they all sounded different somehow. Her fingers moved up to the large shell that had been secured on a leather strap. The rainbow sheen from the jewelry always brought her joy.
Perhaps it was not a stone found in the ground, but shells had their own beauty. "It's a shell." She explained brightly, slipping it from over her neck, and holding it out towards the dragon to study. "It's from my old Hold." She added, though that really wouldn't help any. Why couldn't she just shut up?
"I'm Rakka, you're quite a nice looking dragon, what have you got on you? Are those bones? Where did you get them? Is there any particular reason you're wearing them?" The questions burst forth from her lips, a smile ever present on her pointed face, large eyes bright with interest as she chattered away.
