28.Dec.23, 02:07 PM
The rider was, at least, respectful. He wasn't cocky, or immediately trying to chat her up, and that was at least something. She didn't know what to expect from visiting riders, especially bronzes, and Nonalia couldn't say she didn't hesitate warily whenever they had visitors. It was always nice when they began with pleasantries rather than trying to flirt with her just because she was the junior Weyrwoman. Laniath huffed a greeting at the bronze, her tone pleasent even if there was a hint of orange at the edges of her eyes. She watched the bronze carefully, even if her rider was much more open to discussion.
"Oh, honestly? Lassalla likes to take on a more hands-on approach, so most of my duties are spent helping the Headwoman or checking in with the rest of the weyr." This weyr, as of yet, was much more relaxed than even Ista had been. Then again, the unbearable heat during some of the other months bad it difficult to do much when the days were at their longest. She does pluck one of the nicer notebooks out of the pack once it's opened, then shows him to her desk. "I'll be sorting them out for intended recipients later, if you'd like to just set them here." She flips through the empty pages, enjoying the scent of paper, before putting the book into a drawer.
"Ah, Katila, actually. I stayed in Telgar for a while, before I moved with my father to Ista, but every time another weyr had a gold egg, he asked me to stand 'just in case'. A handful of winters was more than enough for me."
And what good did it do you? I was hatched in Ista, not Fort, or Telgar, or High Reaches. We met where we were destined to. The gold hummed softly, her voice as gentle as it was so often to the woman. Even frustrated, she struggled to turn her burning temper to her rider.
Other dragons, however, didn't have it quite so lucky. Cordial as she could be, this gold was just a handful of sevendays from rising, and even if her hide wasn't yet showing it, her sharper temper might be. I like puzzles, and riddles, and listening to harpersong. Lia is the one among us who enjoys to read. Her words are short, answering a question rather than expanding on her interests.
"Oh, honestly? Lassalla likes to take on a more hands-on approach, so most of my duties are spent helping the Headwoman or checking in with the rest of the weyr." This weyr, as of yet, was much more relaxed than even Ista had been. Then again, the unbearable heat during some of the other months bad it difficult to do much when the days were at their longest. She does pluck one of the nicer notebooks out of the pack once it's opened, then shows him to her desk. "I'll be sorting them out for intended recipients later, if you'd like to just set them here." She flips through the empty pages, enjoying the scent of paper, before putting the book into a drawer.
"Ah, Katila, actually. I stayed in Telgar for a while, before I moved with my father to Ista, but every time another weyr had a gold egg, he asked me to stand 'just in case'. A handful of winters was more than enough for me."
And what good did it do you? I was hatched in Ista, not Fort, or Telgar, or High Reaches. We met where we were destined to. The gold hummed softly, her voice as gentle as it was so often to the woman. Even frustrated, she struggled to turn her burning temper to her rider.
Other dragons, however, didn't have it quite so lucky. Cordial as she could be, this gold was just a handful of sevendays from rising, and even if her hide wasn't yet showing it, her sharper temper might be. I like puzzles, and riddles, and listening to harpersong. Lia is the one among us who enjoys to read. Her words are short, answering a question rather than expanding on her interests.