06.Jan.24, 08:53 PM
You may want to put that somewhere safe, Adraith said, mindvoice pulling Sh’dar from his reading.
“Flight time, is it?” he said, marking his place in the book he was reading and setting it down. Adraith rumbled a confirmation, though now that Sh’dar was paying attention he could see the signs of something happening in the way other people moved around in the dining hall he’d settled in so he could maintain an endless supply of snacks while reading. Many people still seemed unaware, but there was an underlying energy that was building, even if most of them weren’t aware of it yet. Adraith, experienced bronze that he was, always knew early when a gold was ready to fly. For many reasons, Sh’dar found it a useful skill.
Sh’dar made his way from the dining room back to his own weyr to deposit his book and switch into a less favored jacket. He’d lost a number of books in the aftermath of Flights, and Sh’dar had little interest in permanently losing things he wasn’t finished with. He almost forwent the jacket, but unfortunately Sh’dar tended to get colder faster than he used to and decided to chance the extra layer, though he checked all the pockets for anything important first.
He checked his connection with Adraith, and from the dragon’s lack of urgency decided there was no need for him to rush heedlessly over to wherever Nonalia happened to be, and set off at a more leisurely pace. By then even more people had determined that a gold Flight was imminent, and Sh’dar nodded to several bronze and brownrider acquaintances as he made his way over to the goldrider’s weyr.
Adraith, long settled into a good position to wait, launched himself after Laniath as soon as the right moment came, winging after the pretty gold with his usual quiet focus.
“Flight time, is it?” he said, marking his place in the book he was reading and setting it down. Adraith rumbled a confirmation, though now that Sh’dar was paying attention he could see the signs of something happening in the way other people moved around in the dining hall he’d settled in so he could maintain an endless supply of snacks while reading. Many people still seemed unaware, but there was an underlying energy that was building, even if most of them weren’t aware of it yet. Adraith, experienced bronze that he was, always knew early when a gold was ready to fly. For many reasons, Sh’dar found it a useful skill.
Sh’dar made his way from the dining room back to his own weyr to deposit his book and switch into a less favored jacket. He’d lost a number of books in the aftermath of Flights, and Sh’dar had little interest in permanently losing things he wasn’t finished with. He almost forwent the jacket, but unfortunately Sh’dar tended to get colder faster than he used to and decided to chance the extra layer, though he checked all the pockets for anything important first.
He checked his connection with Adraith, and from the dragon’s lack of urgency decided there was no need for him to rush heedlessly over to wherever Nonalia happened to be, and set off at a more leisurely pace. By then even more people had determined that a gold Flight was imminent, and Sh’dar nodded to several bronze and brownrider acquaintances as he made his way over to the goldrider’s weyr.
Adraith, long settled into a good position to wait, launched himself after Laniath as soon as the right moment came, winging after the pretty gold with his usual quiet focus.