08.Nov.12, 07:35 PM
By the time she’d finished chewing and had swallowed the rather large bite she’d taken, Pistoth had arrived and with a soft squeal of delight, Jisralna quickly set aside the remainder of her meal and jumped to her feet. Despite living in a Weyrhold, it wasn’t often that the woman actually got to interact with a dragon and blues were ever her favorite. Echlerov momentarily forgotten, she rushed forward even as Pistoth stretched out on the ground and skittered to a halt with a grin when a decidedly masculine voice slipped into her mind. Green eyes sparkling, she dipped into a curtsy.
“Greetings to you, Pistoth.” He was beautiful—not as beautiful as when he was flying, but very close—up close, so pale and wonderful. Her reaction to all dragons was much like this but despite the colorist ways that were often encouraged amongst the riders and weyrfolk, she would always favor the blue dragons. The first dragon she’d ever met had been a blue.
Rising from her curtsy, Jisra looked over her shoulder seeming all at once like an eager yet apprehensive child rather than a woman of twenty-five years. Her dimples had appeared and a smile commanded her features. It was almost as though she were looking for some sort of permission to go closer, to touch such a glorious creature; a creature that more than a year ago she had been told was gone from the face of Pern.
“Greetings to you, Pistoth.” He was beautiful—not as beautiful as when he was flying, but very close—up close, so pale and wonderful. Her reaction to all dragons was much like this but despite the colorist ways that were often encouraged amongst the riders and weyrfolk, she would always favor the blue dragons. The first dragon she’d ever met had been a blue.
Rising from her curtsy, Jisra looked over her shoulder seeming all at once like an eager yet apprehensive child rather than a woman of twenty-five years. Her dimples had appeared and a smile commanded her features. It was almost as though she were looking for some sort of permission to go closer, to touch such a glorious creature; a creature that more than a year ago she had been told was gone from the face of Pern.