Post by wild on Nov 26, 2012 21:01:35 GMT -5
Shards, this quarantine sucked. It was worse than the time she’d been stuck in the damp and cold shed with Rask all day long. At least the brown wher had been the best companion she could’ve asked for. She felt rather similar about her black flitt, Rask, whom was obviously named after the wher. Jedenath, however, was somewhat of a terror. He was always complaining, and always trying to get her to fulfill his demands. His demands, at this point, involved lots of oiling, feeding, and agreeing with his views on the lower-ranking and less stunning dragons and riders at the Weyr. He sure was opinionated, and surprisingly, for one so young, had a lot to say. The viridian was very self-assured, much like his rider pretended to be. Raksha hated for anyone to how she truly felt about most things. She’d make her opinion known only when it was necessary; otherwise she kept her thoughts to herself. The weyrling girl was careful about keeping pleasantries with people, unlike her dragon.
Deciding now was a fine time to scour the halls, Raksha walked up and down the stretch with her hands folded behind her back. She was itching to get out of here, and be in the open air once more. Now that the barracks were the only thing she saw, day in and day out, it was reasonable of her to miss the rest of her home. It mostly bothered her that Jedenath wasn’t able to become properly acquainted with Dalibor. Didn’t the weyrling master know that it was darn near impossible to keep the young king entertained in such a confined space? Raksha continued to pace, lost in her thoughts. Jedenath was lying along the stone wall, grumbling out of boredom.
Must we continue to dawdle here? He raised his head off of his forepaw, staring at His. These ones you’re thinking about, they’re not near as important as you make them out to be. The viridian was entirely confused by the measure of friendship His shared with the blackrider, Fel. The girl was always going to be a blackrider, and therefore unable to aid them in getting where they needed to go: ahead. He was a viridian, and she was now his rider. She should feel lucky to be his rider, he had left open the way for her to gain status and rank; none of which she seemed particularly keen on. What a strange girl.
You’re wrong, she sent back to the dragonet in a sing-song voice. Her mindvoice always sounded cheery, even when they argued. She heavily enjoyed being able to telepathically communicate with a dragon of her own. Being a dragonrider was all she’d ever wanted.
And you? Have a lot to learn. Raksha shrugged him off, having somewhat gotten used to Jedenath’s negativity. Either way, she didn’t allow him to get her down.
Hoping that someone, anyone, would come along and amuse them, Raksha paced on.
Deciding now was a fine time to scour the halls, Raksha walked up and down the stretch with her hands folded behind her back. She was itching to get out of here, and be in the open air once more. Now that the barracks were the only thing she saw, day in and day out, it was reasonable of her to miss the rest of her home. It mostly bothered her that Jedenath wasn’t able to become properly acquainted with Dalibor. Didn’t the weyrling master know that it was darn near impossible to keep the young king entertained in such a confined space? Raksha continued to pace, lost in her thoughts. Jedenath was lying along the stone wall, grumbling out of boredom.
Must we continue to dawdle here? He raised his head off of his forepaw, staring at His. These ones you’re thinking about, they’re not near as important as you make them out to be. The viridian was entirely confused by the measure of friendship His shared with the blackrider, Fel. The girl was always going to be a blackrider, and therefore unable to aid them in getting where they needed to go: ahead. He was a viridian, and she was now his rider. She should feel lucky to be his rider, he had left open the way for her to gain status and rank; none of which she seemed particularly keen on. What a strange girl.
You’re wrong, she sent back to the dragonet in a sing-song voice. Her mindvoice always sounded cheery, even when they argued. She heavily enjoyed being able to telepathically communicate with a dragon of her own. Being a dragonrider was all she’d ever wanted.
And you? Have a lot to learn. Raksha shrugged him off, having somewhat gotten used to Jedenath’s negativity. Either way, she didn’t allow him to get her down.
Hoping that someone, anyone, would come along and amuse them, Raksha paced on.
